We wrote these fragments a day after his death. We haven’t really looked at them since, but the idea came up to do a re-run on the one year anniversary and see what came out. One year later comments are in green. We recommend that you listen to either Scary Monsters, Let’s Dance or Heathen while reading this. Thank you. Sorry. Our condolences. /Adam & Sam
This year we’ve lost a lot of great people. I never knew any of them. But I’ve been sad. Sad in ways I didn’t really knew I could be. This year we’ve lost David Bowie, Olle Ljungström, Prince, Lemmy Kilmister and, just today, Freddie Wadling. Sorrow will come, sorrow will go. There are situations when you will lose people who’ve cared for you as much as anyone possibly can. When these people go, it means the world. But you don’t miss these guys, the ones I mentioned above, because you knew them: You miss them because what they taught you about yourself. Freddie Wadling, in particular, was a true outsider artist, literally in that you will not recognize his name without a certain knowledge of Scandinavian culture. But he signifies the fact that the most broken-back, bald, crumpled person can carry others through song. Discover him. You will not know the language, but you will know the feeling, and the power.
“Your rock band for the evening”
Before I begin this discographist blog about the songs on Rope Money, a few words about the cover. We commissioned up-and-coming illustrator and jazz performer Wille Westerman to interpret a cryptic dream one of the band members had the previous year. The music started production as early as 2006 – atcn always take their sweet time in finishing their projects – but the cover didn’t show up at the BOF Records office until the week of release. Since that time, the cover has been analysed by a team of psychiatrists, who have officially made the call that any possible Freudian interpretation of the painting is to be considered valid. It is a great cover, end of story. Continue reading
Not all of David Bowie’s lyrics are straight forward. On second thought, I can’t remember one that is. This never stopped me from understanding every last line. They always meant the world to me. And for me the greatest learning was that appreciation is not necessarily understanding – impression is not dependent on intellect. Continue reading