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Me and Mattias having a home-jam-session =)

Wickmanska gården

Live at Wickmanska gården the night of culture 08 in Lund. On stage Fredrik Courcambeck-Wahlqvist on Acoustic Guitar | Fiddle and Martin Ekdahl
Fiddle and Sol.

It's very live, sadly the recording volume were to high, so there's distortion in the video-clips from this eveing. I've tried to edit the sound quality so use your imagination a bit and you are almost there =)

Oh. And it's live. *smiles*

To see more from the show, visit: http://solskugga.blip.tv

Impressive work and inspiration

Hardcore saturday ;)

Life in a nutshell?

Monday, Tuesday...Wednesday...

;)

And a last one

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Umm..

Båtlåt Spiksmedjan 08 with Thomas von Wachenfeldt and Hans-Erik Hall

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We had a couple of sweet sweet gigs this summer in Gränsfors, a small community close to Sundsvall. I'll be back there in the end of Oktober. And also I will upload 4 more songs from this evening, as soon as my internet accepts it =) 

Trasig skor with Thomas Von Wachenfeldt and Hans-Erik Hall

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And another ;)

Cecilia Lind Spiksmedjan with Thomas von Wachenfeldt and Hans-Erik Hall 08

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Another song from the same event

Oh uh oohhh...

How I feel today. Simply like this. Calm. Sad. But alive and full of lust. It's fall coming through.

I'm in the best company. But I am still longing...



Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here
That I don't understand

Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

Contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart

They say that promises
Sweeten the blow
But I don't need them
No, I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable

O, I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
I need this

I need
A lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet
Love of my life
O, I need this

Do you remember the way
That you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored?

Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
No, I don't need them

O, I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
I need this

I need
A lullaby
A kiss goodnight
The angel sweet
Love of my life
I need this

Is it dark enough?
Can you see me?
Do you want me?
Can you reach me?
Or I'm leaving

You better shut your mouth
Hold your breath
Kiss me now you'll catch my death
O, I mean it

Funny. Ironic and a bit disturbing.

95 I found a band called "This perfect day", I contacted them, they wrote back and I had a home made tape with their songs that tyeh were kind enough to send to me and my best friend, who really adored them. Since then I have tried to find them on youtube, but only got Lou Reed and the song Perfect day from Trainspotting in my face.

I actually began to wonder if they weren't that big, besides in my small world back then. Today a friend of mine mentioned them in a blogg, and I made a new attempt to find them. And so here we go!

Brilliant music that I've been longing to put on my blogg, and that have inspired me from the very beginning, when I actually wrote punk/rock music with weird lyrics. You gotta love em :P



So, today I am a webmaster and AD. Tomorrow an editor and copywriter. And during the weekend a soundproducer.

Life is sweet.

Empty Street

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This song is about children in the streets, about being unseen and ignored. The video is directed by Stefan Hallgren at Happy Minds and edited by Sol Skugga. To learn more about my music, visit myspace.com/solskugga.

Beautiful freak

You're such a beautiful freak
I wish there were more just like you
Youre not like all of the others

And that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
That is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak

Some people think you have a problem
But that problem lies only with them
Just cause you are not like the others

But that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
Yeah that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak

Too good for this world
But I hope you will stay
And Ill be here to see that you dont fade away

Youre such a beautiful freak
I bet you are flying inside
Dart down and then go for cover

And know that i
I love you
Beautiful freak,
You know that i
I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak

Am I a buddhist and I think I have got tourettes?

I had the most overwhelming nice conversation with my friend Mike yesterday after my gig. He asked me about my opinion on reality. And where I normally just go: oh. I’m open minded, smile and change the subject – I opened my heart and soul and told him the truth about me and my universe.
So, I have written a book about this, and it’s a 300 pages x 3 books long story, so I can’t tell you everything about it here. But today I will try and explain how my personal matrix works.
I have dreamt about a continuing place called Aviegnona since I were 6 yrs old. I have friends there, a life that grows on its own, a place to live, people that I hang out with and things that I learn, in the same way as I have here. To me – there’s NO difference at all, besides I experience different places, lifestyles, cultures etc in my two coexisting worlds- What I mean is – when I fall asleep here, my attention draws to that other place, and I spend some time there, in the other me, called Tara. When I wake up here – I have to leave her, even if I’m in the middle of something, and she keeps on doing that whatever thing she does, and will have her own days and nights passing by when I’m not there. When I am strong here, like very focused on this reality, she fades away a bit in her world and vice versa. We try to make this work out the best way we can, but in some parts of my life it has been pretty hard for me to draw a line between us. To not float over the line and smudge all edges between her reality and mine.

My teacher over there, has told me that what we prefer to call a soul, grows in a human body as our mind grows, and some people grow so strong souls, that when they die, that soul travels through some kind of reincarnation between two parallel universes. You will be able to remember things from your past (if you are not a perfectly new soul) in each of those worlds/bubbles, but not from both or over the line. What he thinks happened to me, is that my soul/spark/whatever thing - was divided in two last time I died in Aviegnona, and one travelled here, and the other part got stucked and stayed in Tara. This normally never happens to human beings, if you should listen to their theories - so they don’t know why or how this happened. But that’s how I’ve had it explained to me. (Cats live this way though, living in two worlds at the same time.)

So, our universe is parallel to another alike universe, and other universes work the same over and over out there. When you read about reincarnation you learn that when you go back in your memories you remember things with 80-70 years space/blanks in between the different life’s you may have, and this is- as I said before – explained by that you swap world each time you die (IF you are reincarnated, some people simply die with their body, and some gets lost in the space between these worlds, and becomes what we refer to as ghosts – some sort of present mind that are not really here but not yet gone either. )

So, this will do for today, so I don’t freak you out completely =) If you have any questions, please add them as a comment and I try to reply to them. I could tell you thousands of things about the persons living there, their culture, history etc…
I have a song written to my best friend over there, my teacher and guide Maarion. We’ve had our story, our love and our mistakes, our quarrels and so on. So now you might understand my Swimming without webbed toes album a bit more...

Maarion

So – Mike told me the thing I have experienced in the backstreet of my mind, is pretty similar to what a Buddhist believes, so maybe after all I’m not that atheistic at all. *smiles*

So, back to tourettes. I just can’t stay away from my phone. I sit and laugh at myself, oh well. I’m cute, I never behave this way. Okay, to Emma maybe, but I mean she’s my first girl-friend. I could call her 50 times a day and talk about nothing and she wouldn’t care. At least not when she was still single. It’s like when you find a unbelievable great song, and you have to listen to it sooo many times before you can turn it off.
I have not listened enough yet.
Sometimes you just can’t help yourself. Like with this song from Sleepthief. I love it. If I one day may do some collaboration with him that would be such an honour.



haha, oh, that was another great song from my teenage period. Here comes sleep thief!

A voice to explain what I tried to say earlier

All is full of love



Probably the most beautiful video ever.
Followed by:

Green Grass Of Tunnel



Mmm...