Music such as synth, electro and indie primarily, writing books and reviews and articles and everything else really, reading good literature, watching qualitative films, La France, love, going out with friends to nice places drinking wine and beer... I could fill the page...
I'd like to meet the readers of my book!
You can also buy "Medan tiden står still" at for ex Bokbörsen or Adlibris .
If it takes a while to approve your request, please be patient. I just want to listen carefully to all the music passing through...;-)
Si vous voulez, vous pouvez m'écrire en français au lieu comme je parle français aussi!;-)
A Blaze Colour, Absolute Body Control, Marc Almond, Alphaville, Associates, Bal Paré, B-Movie, Boytronic, Buzz, Camouflage, Nick Cave, Anne Clark, Client, Common Thrill, Covenant, The Cure, Das Kabinette, DAF, Dekad, Depeche Mode, De/Vision, Deux, Dimbodius, Duran Duran, Echo & The Bunnymen, Einstürzende Neutbauten, Erasure, Fad Gadget, Front 242, John Foxx, Glass Museum, Godlike, Guerre Froide, IAMX, Iron Curtain, Jeff & Jane, Hard Corps, Howard Jones, Joy Division, H20, Human League, KAS Product, The Knife, Kraftwerk, Ladytron, Marina Siertis, Mark Lane, The Mary Onettes, Philippe Laurent, Mesh, The Mobiles, Mr Jones Machine, Mobile Homes, Moderne, Modern English, Morrissey, Neongrau, Nitzer Ebb, Neuro Association, New Order, Nine Inch Nails, Paul Nova, Nouvelle Culture, Gary Numan, OMD, Onetwo, Our Daughter's Wedding, Page, Pet Shop Boys, Propaganda, The Passions, Pulp, Rational Youth, The Razor Skyline, Saint Etienne, Simple Minds, Siouxie & The Banshees, Sista Mannen På Jorden, Strasse, Strip Music, Softcell, The Smiths, Talk Talk, The Twins, Twice a Man, Ultravox, Vacuum, Visible, Visage, Tom Waits, Yazoo, and lots more...
Wings of Desire, Faraway, So Close!, Until the End of the World, Night on Earth, Coffee and Cigarettes, Amélie... Adore Sci-Fi, and there goes my intellectual capital down the drain..;-)
Extract from my debut novel, translated by myself!
The beach stretched out its infinity ahead of us. Like an abandoned runway, the fine golden grains of sand blended with a cloudless September sky in the horizon.
Do you remember how we walked there?
Hand in hand, thought in thought.
Without a word, but with an inevitable insight which seemed to formulate itself; seemed to rise from the warm sand between our toes and flow in at us from all those who had already left the beach and returned home.
If we run all the way to the horizon, do you think we will take off? Do you think we will ever turn back home, or away; will we ever come home in just the same way? Or is the journey in itself a long lost episode. Is it now and forever after but a memory, have we already left the present behind us?
And the music, you remember, don’t you?
The music and the immediate fusion, only we two in the world. Nobody else who understood, but we did.
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The second we all feared finally came.
Soundlessly, we glide into the future, without rudder. Breathlessly curious, without fear.
Silent as the underground, high above the clouds,
under the sun; we are no more.
The second we all feared but didn’t except finally arrived.
And now, we are no more.
Now, we glide inexorably into the end of time,
armed with wonder, breathlessly listening for the silence,
and the very final words; I am the EMP of time.