Know someone who knows someone?

It’s been an incredibly slow day today. My mind has run races around itself but my body has been still, almost statuesque here in front of the computer. I also have a craving for chips and dip (my all time favourite food) but I’ll postpone that until tomorrow when Lars-Martin is going to pop by for a bit of  Uefa Champions League Fenerbahce vs. Arsenal.

I have to be done with Aristotle for today.

No fun music news either. In fact, no music news at all apart from the radio commercial and that was only semi-news.  Does anyone have an uncle or aunt who has a friend who once bought a dog at the very same kennel as some record company executive bought his or her dog (the relation could be closer than that, I’m not being picky, just trying to circle in as many people as possible)? Could you than tell your uncle or aunt to talk to her friend who in turn could talk to the owner of the kennel who could talk to the record company executive and say that he och her could call me? That would be super, thanks!

Radio in between.

This isn’t really yet a done deal but more or less. More in the sense that I can write about it. 

A couple of days back I wrote about how I’ve landed, how my music will appear in, a pan Scandinavian television and Internet commercial for Nelly.com. Well now it seems that they also want the song for the parallel radio campaign. This is good before hand in two ways: 1, my song gets more exposure and 2, Rob and I get a little more money so now were not far from, if we are not all ready there, having financed the recordings of my second album. I know it’s a bit premature talking about a second album when the first one hasn’t come out yet but I’m no a machine with an on/off switch. I write songs all the time. It’s an ongoing process, natural. Unlike the work schematics of an album release.

Ok? Ok! Nice!

Sponge Bosse Pants Suite.

Nothing of importance has happened yet today but I’m writing anyway. Why? Because I need a brake form Aristotle. He’s been hammering in my head for a couple of hours now.

Started the day of by turning off the alarm clock and sleeping another hour. Bosse didn’t didn’t seem to mind not going out at 0730h in Göteborskt rain from all sides, up and down. He slept harder than me.

When we finally got up and went outside we found ourselves in a stereotypical autumn/fall day (if days can be stereotypical. Apart from the all ready mentioned rain there was, wind, gray clouds and leafs everywhere. And Bosse being a dog, and a dog with a lot of fur, and like dogs with a lot of fur being a sponge, like SpongeBob SquarePants, all though Bosse does not ware pants, if he did it would be very small pants, and they’d have four legs, more like a pants suit, Sponge Bosse Pants Suite, sucking up water, you can just imagine what a delight it was to get him dry after the walk.

Ok. Talk to you if something happens. Otherwise I’ll be in Aristotle-land all day!