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Täby And Return

The little black bear and I took a round-trip from Årstberg to Täby centrum. It is a 50 km ride depending on your navigation skills… apart from the slightly chilly weather, somewhat slippery road surface and the fact that the breaks front and back are completely shot,** it was a truly nice ride.

Time of departure: 14:00
Time of arrival: 16:50
At home, ca: 20:30

“- Tänd lampan!” (“- Turn on your headlight!”)
“- Jag har ingen*!” (“- I don’t have one!”)

* Stripped: no fenders, lights or reflexes whatsoever (yes, the pedals’ reflexes have been removed too). There’s nothing left to remove, as minimal s it gets and thereby the ultimate ride.

“- Isn’t that impractical?”
“- That is quite possible, however, it a question of aesthetics as well and not necessarily about practicality, I mean look at the bike! Behold, the little black bear!”


An enforcer, scarring the young and old, not by any means intentionally; just extremely fast paced, agile and black. In short: the little black bear.

** I like to break hard and do so a lot. Riding without breaks composes a compromise.

A Thing Of Bruty

Discarded, found, collected and in perfect working order.

I’ll drill my way trough your wall/door and then I’ll saw my way into your home… time? It is not really a factor, power-supply, however? It might be an issue, but a stand-alone-petrol/gasoline/mixed generator would sort that out. Using nothing but power tools.

Then again: oxygen and a termite rod burning at 3000 centigrade will sort everything out.

I mean, if the case is getting in and the focus is to actually get in? Then, what is needed is quite obvious?

The melting point for almost anything existing in this World is well below that temperature (actually that applies to “everything”, apart from magnetic fields and other stuff of that kind.).

No further comments.

I Am Strangely Affected

Yes, it is yet another loss… yet, another funeral and one being remotely situated in time, and I am strangely affected.

Why is that? I’m not entirely sure and I am indeed somewhat surprised of it being like so. I would not have thought so.

I’m holding a wake of some sort and that is equally surprising to me. I suspect that it has to do with history (as always), my own history in particular.

The loss is tied to my own history/memory, it is connected to another time, that has passed and that I’m relating to; the: way-back-times.

I guess that I’m just reminiscing. That I’m pondering as per usual the idea(s) or thoughts-of-the-imagined-future-to-be, in as many words.

I feel strange, affected or possibly estranged. In all honesty it is all quite surprising to me.

Or, maybe, is it simply that which is shared? The elder recognizing the youth and effort?

For the sake of continuity, and for the belief in; Europe, Education, Manors, Clothing, Shoes, Art, Music, History and in the end in Civilization itself?

Missed and remembered.

Destination? Out-And-About…

Previous evening’s company?

AC, Fabio & Grooverider on the unstoppable: rinse.fm. Of course, off course, and of course on course.

“Let It Go!” on Twisted Individual’s label Grid Recordings. I am speechless (it is a an uncommon state, believe it or not).

The unconditional love for drum’n’bass?

– Are you some kind of fanatic?
– Yes, I most definitely am and I want to go home (to London)!

Brexit or “BR-EWUT?*” I’m really, really, I mean really not in the mood. It is upsetting beyond my own comprehension and there is need for some heavy hands distributing severe punishment…

– No matter [how many?] people (it’s an unprecedented mumble. I mean on a never before seen scale) aks** [sic!] me about it? I have to shut them down. It’s not for you! I play this for DJ Flight, also my man Digital, Fabio loves this, I play this for you Boss. And for my man Scotty… I played this at… killed it! It’s the Assassinator and that is all I can tell you about this.

There you go: a bonafide, genuine and somewhat (and that is the definition of an understatement) grumpy DJ Grooverider 2019 quote. More following below.

That is elite! It is the way it is and always has been, drum’n’bass is and has always been at the very musical front-line and there’s simply no room…

“- I can play these naughty things all night long – it’s not even funny. You are never going to be able to buy this ever!” Q: is the vocal really as in shared reality: special super ni**er? Really? And those beats? Over-streatch if you aks me… I cannot begin to explain.

Come one: special super ni**er and no, it is not: ni**a, it is ni**er. Bass Line Smith? Possibly involved, but I personally think the real culprit is the one actually playing the track. The pressure? It’s just rude! Complete destruction. Pure and simple. Unbelievable. And that is the thanks for decades served? Again? What do you think?***

It is just, brilliant! The pressure and without a doubt absolutely true and it is what I have been loving for many decades no, no compromise, however the question remains is this attitude really necessary? I personally don’t think so, is it a part of the culture? Most definitely so.

I probably could write something on that subject as well. A “dual-thingy”… and maybe something about the eternal need of heroes/ins. Another time possibly…

* Please see: “May” Someone Please Stop This Catastrophe? published 03/03/2019, Claim Your Own State? What Then? published 31/10/2017 and UK Rules

It is not to late… proclaim an independent state: The State Of London (TSOL). Become a full-EU member, issue your own passports, staff the embassies, change the flag, pay/get paid in € and stop this nonsense.

Bring in the professionals! Look at the constitution and aks (mm, do believe that it needs to be “aks”** and not “ask”, consult Groove… if you have further questions regarding that particular subject/spelling) the Supreme Court. Do something!

Time is running out: 31/10/19 that is literally tomorrow. I can’t even bear to watch this (forced to) complete train-wreck, honestly. This is not what Evropa needs.

DIEU ET MON DROIT

*** “- You have played the same thing (track/song is what I would prefer it being called) 20 times in a row now? And you need to STOP doing that right about now!”

“- What can I say? I get that, but then again it’s like that… maybe I’m just not listening like most [people] are? I honestly don’t know… I can, however have much sympathy, I can understand how it is hard, or even very hard to understand that.

But trust me, it goes both ways, it is a part of the human condition. The love for something supersedes everything else right or what do you actually love? Spending decades on something it will eventually/hopefully have an effect? Right?”. I saw the birth.

The unconditional Love… is Eternal! Credentials, I’m not worried.

ID These Items Will You Be So Kind?

No, I’m not telling, other than that, both my father and another used it or similar device.

I do have more than one in my possession. Can I manually handle and command the item? I surely used to be able to… it was a long time ago.

ELEKTROMOTOREN VENTILATOREN GENRATOREN ANTON PILLER & OSTERODE/HARZ

I don’t know if it is relevant or not, however the company Piller is celebrating 100 years’ in business this year. And yes, they’re apparently still based in Osterode am Harz (never been) in northern Germany. And no, I don’t think the use these items in their daily enterprise.

Support A Free HK!

I always thought the “change” would be significantly more visible. I thought that I would get a clear; tangible “evidence” of the change… in my life-time. Then the time passed.

It may or not have happened, but with the decades’ passing, what more proof do I really need?

In all honestly it has already happened.

And when I see the really young, fighting for freedom of speech in Hong Kong and elsewhere; literally risking their lives for the sacred right to express themselves freely.

I feel deeply moved, humbled, hopeful and immensely proud of the younger generation!

Six Millions Ways To Die…

…a lost generation, ‘always yearning for the time that just eluded us’: those who were born too late for punk but whose expectations were raised by incendiary afterglow; those who watched the Miners’ Strike with partisan adolescent eyes but were too young to really participate in the militancy; those who experienced the future-rush euphoria of rave as their birthright, never dreaming that it could burn out like fried synapses; those, in short, who simply did not find the ‘reality’ imposed by the conquering forces of neoliberalism livable. It’s adapt or die, and there are many different forms of death available to those who can’t pick up the business buzz or muster the requisite enthusiasm for the creative industries. Six millions ways to die, choose one: drugs, depression, destitution. So many forms of catatonic collapse. In earlier times, ‘deviants, psychotics and the mentally collapsed’ inspired militant-poets, situationists, Rave-dreamers. Now they are incarcerated in hospitals, or languishing in the gutter.

Ghosts of My Life: Writings on Depression, Hauntology and Lost Futures, Mark Fisher, Published: 2014-05-30

Where it’s @: k-punk.

It is condensed text/writing by a favorite author that passed away much to soon and whom is sourly missed. A contemporary commentator of the “Human condition” that has rarely been seen. I was fortunate enough to see/meet an author of my time in the flesh and extend my gratitude for the writings… And yes, it was a truly unique moment for me and in my life thus far; and it will probably never going to be superseded, ever, never, ever…

Photo: P. Merritt, ©2003

För och till kännedom

Det är många här i Finland som har vant sig vid att få skrivelser till kännedom och tycker att uttrycket för kännedom tyder på okunskap eller ”rikssvensk” brist på känsla för prepositionsbruk.

“Hur, varför och med vems bemyndigande har begreppet för kännedom nu så fullständigt översvämmat alla instanser[?]”…

För och till kännedom. No further comment.

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The Lake Of The Gods

I cannot describe it properly. It is some kind of absolute theoretical construct. Lake Mashu in Japan.

The “Japanese” way-of-living and/or culture? The closeness and admiration/devotion/worship of nature in combination of a super high-tech culture?

The idea of “craft”, (as I’ve understood it…), is that it is not what is being produced that is important.

The materia that is produced does not matter, rather it is the way in which it is produced that is important – it is the knowledge, history, tradition, craftsmanship and the techniques used, that matters. I do believe there is an analogue to music and music playing.

For example; the most holy temple in Japan, the one belonging to the Emperors’ family (and as far as I know it is only members of the family that are actually allowed to visit it. Since the Emperor is a direct decent of God) is being completely rebuilt every twenty years or so… for many hundreds of years and at great cost.

That is such a completely different view of the World compared to my materialistic European upbringing. A building in the city is a ephemeral construct, the actual building in its self is not meant to be eternal – it may have a life-span of twenty odd years or so (on the plot), however the idea of the building is eternal.

In short it is an alien concept too me. And it has been fascinating me forever and it still does.

And the many other ideas that are utterly foreign, yet familiar and coveted. The realization that even if I’m just a curious visitor, I will per definition always and for ever be a Ganjin, a foreigner – which something that I used to.

There are so many similarities with my upbringing and I draw this simple conclusion. It seems to be a universal thing, based on the human existence. “- Me and You, rollin’ down the strip slammin’ Cadillac doors.”

My father was dubious towards the whole concept to say the least… he did not trust “them” and did not see any greatness in the far east what so ever. We had lengthy and animated discussions on this very subject.

“- Have you ever been to the far east?”
“- No, unfortunately, I have never had the opportunity to visit the far east.”
“- Did your father ever visit?”
“- I can’t know for sure, but I’m quite confident that he never ever actually visited the far east and that his conclusions where utterly based in theory.”

Theory and the life of the mind? It is not necessarily the same thing. Ideas are always stronger – in the end. However, I’m confident that it is important to separate the two though.