Friend Or Foe?

Observation and analysis tells me that it is a highly relevant question at this point in time.

There’s trouble ahead on a global scale.

– So, which one are You? Are you my friend or foe?

The difference is fundamental.

Why? Because, the “great” War is coming, for the third time, yes again… and we will have to fight yet another time.

“Four Senegalese Soldiers” (not dated.) # Paul Castelnau / Ministère de la Culture et de la Communication / The First World War


There’s another altogether different perspective, extremely personal and somewhat unsettling. And as many times before there’s a contemporary reference*. The reference referred to would be the epic movie 12 Monkeys.

The soldier wearing the red hat in the picture is disturbingly and I mean in a disturbing way an exact copy my father. And I do mean everything, the look and the posture. It is uncanning, because it is literally like looking at a photograph of my father.

– So?
– Well, I happen to know exactly when he was born and this undated picture must have been taken 1914 til’ 1918 during the 1st war.

The picture is more than a hundred years old and it was taken sometime during World War One (1914-18), however my father was born during the Second World War (1939-45).

Look closely at the photo. And observe that the loading mechanism and mussel are protected against the mud with pieces of socks. One hundred years ago? I’m lost for words…

Symbolic Appliance

Falling down. Hard, like in Röde Orm (incidentally a birthday gift from my grandmother a long time ago – bless her soul!). That would be the hammer of Tor (no, no “h” and yes, the reason why “Thursday” is called Thursday? It is the day of Tor, the day of the hammer, thunders’ day.

Depending on context; like the other symbol representing the sun that is at least five thousand years old. Expo

“Symbols”? They will always be dependent of: perspective/context/history.


Enligt asatron ägde åskguden Tor en hammare som kallades Mjölner, som betyder ”krossaren”.

According to Asatron, the thunder god Tor owned a hammer called Mjölner, which means “the crusher”.

I’m just saying…

I Once Actually Believed…

That the breaks were dead and gone. They were unhappy times.

I looked hard and everywhere and of course I did find them (with help, if no one is playing it will become impossible), silly me doubting something eternal!

I did get help recovering them/me. I actually thought they were lost. But, I will never doubt again! Ever.


No light.

– What’s the time? Is it 09:45 or 17:45?
– Well, it can’t be 17:45 because then it would be completely dark?

This is the (almost exact) location where I was born and have lived my entire life… Locus Desperatus as it where 2000 years ago, “- Being funny are we?”. The reference is: Latin, Latin.

Originally (to me) it has to do with an impossible text passage. If I’m not mistaken it is none other than the unsurpassed: Cicero quote, I’m not prepared to take poison regarding this particular quote though.

The reference is that of of an impossible place/location in an interpreted text. I’m applying to other realms.

Left Behind

The solitary was most likely dropped a dash hurrying in some direction – but, what about the pairs?

It always makes me wonder. What happened the instant before someone decided “- I’m not wearing these shoes no more this day/night!”. Did a spare pair exist somewhere or did nature have its causal way?

They do not seem to have been “kicked-off”; on the contrary, they’re were (must have been) orderly removed and quite purposefully placed. What about the remaining journey?

Was it bear-feet or in socks: on bike, by car, being carried or dragged, on stretcher, the coroner, on electric scooter or maybe simply Au natural?

What happened after they were left behind? I always wonder…

Tru Steppa

Tru steppa, hard steppa? This is as close as you will get to my definition.

The source is a bit more complicated who-is-who and whatnot production wise according to me. As it was originally stated: La coïncidence n’existe pas.. There are too many similarities and tracks-within-tracks. It is an investigation that will have to wait til’ retirement.

The tracks produced in the golden age? They cannot be defeated, it’s just… “Your Sound”. How many times? Countless, what can I say apart from this single fact: they’re breaks and that’s it, that is the essence of breakbeats.

That’s it! Again.