Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Gothenburg Belongs To Me


Blame JJ: One man's plan to find love, meaning and a really cool job in Sweden

Lying on the floor of my apartment, the music of Swedish duo JJ gently washes over my bruised and battered psyche like a cool summer night breeze. Sadly, there are no gauzy pictures of the lovely and cherubic singer Elin Kastlander on either of their two albums covers for me to ogle (I've kindly provided one above). Instead, JJ Nº2 features a blue silk-screened marijuana leaf, splattered with what appears to be blood. There’s also a dreamy, druggy version of Lil Wayne’s “Lollipop,” entitled “Ecstasy,” that I can't stop spinning. Hm.

By the time I get to JJ Nº3 and the opening track “My Life,” (a somber, piano-powered reading of yet another Lil Wayne song), it hits me: I need to move to Sweden.

It’s not just JJ. The city of Gothenburg boasts Air France, who I freaking adore. There’s the Tough Alliance, who also run the Sincerely Yours record label that releases records by all of the above.

JJ and Air France both remind me of all-time favorites Saint Etienne a lot. There’s that subtle blend of pastoral with electronics, which gets me every time. But there’s an especially ethereal mood to the sounds coming out of Gothenburg right now. Something very particular and unique bleeds through all of it. I’m going to go out on a limb and assume it has something to do with location (Gothenburg is Sweden’s big college town). It's beautiful, with the Göta älv river running through the middle of it.

The most cursory research on Sweden has turned up all sorts of fun facts. The country was at the forefront of the sexual revolution back in the day, with the term “Swedish Sin” becoming synonymous with free-spirited (hence “perverted”) sex once upon a time.

For fans of the Nordic look, the people are stunningly beautiful. There is lots of blond hair, blue eyes and white teeth running around the place. I’m fully equal opportunity when it comes to pretty women, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit a special fondness for fresh-faced Swedish girls.

And it's not all blonds. There's is diversity in Sweden, too. I hear there's an influx of Middle Eastern people there. And have you ever seen Yukimi Nagano, the singer for Swedish band Little Dragon? Born and raised in Gothenburg, btw. Rawrr X 10000*

There’s a big music festival in Sweden called Hultsfred (named after the city where it’s held). It’s a three-day affair that’s much like Coachella, except instead of being in the deserts of California, it’s on a lake in Sweden. They had some issues last year, due to what was considered a sub-par line-up resulting in poor ticket sales. I’m thinking that I can move to Gothenburg, eventually finding my way to Hultsfred, where I’ll score a job booking for the festival. I will of course wrangle an insane line-up of awesome acts. The rest of the year I can write and travel the country, in an aggressive pursuit of, well, you know, her. Yeah, her.

Anyway, I’ve gotta go renew my passport.

Drömmar slutändan aldrig*

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

StereoFork's Guide to Dating Musicians.


I was just having an off-the-cuff conversation about musicians and dating with my friend Matt (...from this handsome band). Mostly about how girls generally want to date musicians and then go bat shit crazy when they do. Being a musician myself, I prefer to date musicians because we both like a healthy amount of space and come from the same alien planet.

While chatting, I created a lovely little bullet list for Matt which he agreed with wholeheartedly. So, with his blessing, I present to you...

What happens when most girls date musicians:

1. He's in a band i love him!
2. OMG! He likes me I'm popular! I'm going to be side stage at all his shows!
3. Why are you at the studio all the time???! You never wanna hang out. [Insert sad face]
4. Why are you always on tour? You don't love me! You only want to hang out with the guys! [Insert guilt trip]
5. Are you cheating on me? (If you're really naggy, the answer is probably 'Yes.') Why didn't you answer your phone every hour on the hour for the past ten hours? I sent you 5,348 text messages, didn't you get them?!?!?!?! I thought you loved me!!!!! [Insert passive aggressive Facebook status updates like this]
6. Are you playing Coachella? [Insert strategic re-falling-in-love for festival season]
7. Your publicist is too friendly with you. Why is she so friendly. She needs to step off. I see how she always calls you all, "Oh, what time are you gonna show up for that interview" and stuff. Oh... you've known her since you were 12 and she's like a mom to you? Oh...Well...still.
8. What do you mean I can't come visit on your European tour?
9. (Repeat steps 3-5 100 times.)
10. I hate you bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Insert deleting you from every social network, her changing her hair color and randomly running into you at your next show dressed extra slutty.]
11. OMG! Check out [insert name of new boy] in [new shitty band]. I love him!

Now...

Here's what happens when a musician dates a musician:
(Obvs written from my female perspective. Dudes/gays adjust accordingly)

1. He's in a band I love him!
2. Telecaster? Really? Hmm. I would have gone with Strat but whatever...
3. He better like my songs or forget him.
4. You're in the studio? Cool, I'm recording.
5. You want me to come by the studio? Ok, maybe later when I'm done tracking.
6. Sorry, I can't hang out tonight, I have to go interview Beck. What. He's married, calm down.
7. Nice wall post from your crazy ex. Was she even 18? God.
8. I hate festivals too?! Let's go on a desert road trip and hang out with your stinky friends in that weird band who live in a camper.
10. You're going on tour? Cool, see you in a month.
11. You want me to come to the New York show? Alright, well, you better pay for my flight.
12. Do you have to call me so many times from the road? Yes, I understand you're in the bathroom of a strip club and that the guys dragged you there and you supposedly feel awkward being there but really, you don't have to call me to tell me. (This actually happened to me, no joke. A guy called me drunk from the bathroom of a strip club because he felt guilty his band mates took him there.)
13. Yes, my ex's band is in town but he's just a friend (True. Unless you've been scheisty, then "just a friend" is a term that can operate on a sliding scale.)
14. You want to play a show together? Neat!
15. You want to have a quickie wedding, not change our names and make a band? Sounds good to me.

The. Mother. F*n. End.

*Speaking of married bandmates, if you haven't seen this Arcade Fire performance from a freight elevator, I highly recommend.
** Image above is courtesy of Eevil.org's Break Up Cards. Oh yes, they did.

xo
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