In 1982 my mother, my sister and I moved from the deep woods of Orust and in to the small town; the collection of houses, of Svanesund, also on Orust. We also got a VCR.

We had a video-tape of the full length version of Michel Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ video. The one almost like a short film. A scary short film. That video is my earliest music, or music related, memory. I remember sitting on the couch with a pillow in front of my head, too scared to watch. I was three, maybe four, years old. When he turned into the monster; the werewolf, I had to turn it of. I still, to this day, get the creeps when the speaker voice, in the and; at the very end, breaks out into evil laughter.

I hope Michael Jackson passed away without feeling pain, but somehow I doubt it…

The King is dead. Long live the King.