Teatime in Stockholm

Tonight I Have To Leave It

The other day I found in the letter box the little packet from Bengans with the new Shout Out Louds album. Have you heard it? I'm listening to it on repeat, and I'm not sure I should. I feel a lump in my throat. There's a deep sense of loss and distance in these songs, but somehow they shine. They're just not sad or slow, and they don't have particularly brilliant or original words. It's just that they sound like the mood I am in.
Everytime I hear a Shout Out Louds song, I remember the pictures of Emmaboda 2004, when we met them and we didn't know they were already quite famous, the party at the bar with spanish girls, all those drunk laughs at the camera, everybody dancing. And now there is this song, it's saying "I don't want to see the same pictures all over". Yeah, true.
You stop missing something when something new takes its place. When you get just used to the lack of it, it's a different feeling.

I've just spent 36 hours with Frida Hyvönen and I don't know how will I manage to come back to reality.

You could call it a studentroom or some kind of wardrobe, my new appartement. The thing that makes it worth living in is my red bicycle that I take everywhere these days becouse yes, spring has come to Stockholm too.