Soen – Reliance (album review)

I put Reliance on without expecting it to do anything surprising. It was released on January 16th, 2026, and I had been waiting for it in that quiet, patient way that only happens when you already trust a band. I was fortunate enough to preorder one of the 200 limited signed copies, which already gave the first listen a sense of ritual, like opening something that had chosen its place before I had even heard it. I listened for the first time on a quiet Saturday morning, the house still, the kind of stillness that feels borrowed. I played it twice back to back, not out of analysis but out of that rare, wordless awe that comes after hearing something great before your mind rushes in to explain it.


That is not a criticism, by the way. With Soen, the surprise is rarely in the shape of the music, but in how deeply it settles once you stop bracing for impact. They have always written heavy music that does not behave like heavy music. It breathes, it holds back, it waits. Their version of progressive metal is built on rhythm, repetition, and restraint rather than constant technical display. You hear echoes of Tool in the patience, Katatonia in the melancholy, and something almost post-rock in the way atmosphere carries meaning, but it never feels like imitation. It feels like a language they have refined over years of knowing exactly who they are.


The current line-up makes sense in a very physical way. Joel Ekelöf’s voice is calm and steady, but there is always something cracking underneath, like emotion being held in place by discipline. Martín López is the quiet architect of the whole thing. His drumming never shows off, but constantly shifts the ground, keeping the songs alive rather than looped. Cody Lee Ford’s guitar work is expressive without being indulgent, shaping mood more than proving skill. Lars Åhlund fills the spaces most bands forget exist, with keys and textures that change the colour of a song without demanding attention, and Stefan Stenberg’s bass gives everything weight, not just low end, but intention.


What I hear on Reliance is a band that consciously chose contrast as a compositional tool. They have spoken about writing more freely than before, experimenting with tuning, texture, and vocal approach, then cutting back hard during arrangement so the songs stayed clear and direct. You can hear that discipline everywhere. Nothing feels crowded. Nothing feels like it is there because it should be. Heavy parts are allowed to be heavy, and quiet parts are trusted to carry the song without being padded.


“Mercenary” moves forward with purpose, a tight, grounded drive that never rushes. The riff feels physical, but the song breathes around it, softened by subtle shifts that keep it from becoming rigid. Lyrically it carries the weight of inherited violence, the idea that conviction can be passed down like a burden rather than a gift. The chorus lifts, but it does not celebrate. It endures. That tension between strength and cost is where the song lives, and it never lets go.


“Discordia” works differently. It begins almost subdued, then slowly tightens until it breaks open into something heavier and more insistent, but even there, the band refuse to stay in one emotional register. The middle section twists briefly into a strange, almost retro-prog space, before the song finds its way back. It feels like a thought changing direction mid-sentence, which is something Soen do remarkably well. Joel’s voice here carries strain, and that strain matters.


“Indifferent” is where the album steps back and looks you straight in the eye. Piano, voice, space. Nothing hidden. The question it asks is simple and brutal: how does someone become so emotionally distant that they no longer react at all? It is not only about relationships, but about numbness as survival. The band understood that adding anything would weaken it, so they did not. Restraint becomes honesty here.


And then there is “Vellichor”, which is, without hesitation, the standout for me. It builds slowly and patiently, layering atmosphere and melody until it opens into something almost ceremonial. Nothing is rushed. No instrument fights for space. Everyone listens. When the final surge comes, it feels earned, and that is what makes it hit so hard. It is the kind of song that leaves you sitting still after the last note, not because you are impressed, but because you are not ready to move yet.


Technically, the album is immaculate without being sterile. Recorded and mixed at Fascination Street Studios and mastered by Tony Lindgren, it has clarity without coldness. The low end is deep but controlled, and the dynamics are preserved in a way that lets silence matter just as much as volume. It sounds like a band that trusted both their engineer and their instincts enough not to overcorrect.


What stays with me most is the feeling of maturity without stiffness. Soen are not chasing anything here. They are refining. They rely on craft, on listening to each other, and on the idea that music does not have to shout to be heavy. Reliance feels like quiet confidence made audible, the kind that comes from knowing when to push and when to let go. It stays with you because it does not beg for attention. It simply waits.

In the dark we are all the same. In the light we can only be us.

Between now and then

I keep seeing the same posts everywhere: 2016 vs 2026. Faces, bodies, time collapsed into two images. I understand the urge. Ten years is just enough distance to look without flinching. But I don’t really change in pictures. Not in a way that tells the story.


So I took the train sideways. Instead of showing my face, I looked at my shelves. At the records I bought in 2016. At the music I lived with while everything else was still in draft form. Houses unbuilt. Jobs not started. Children small. Words everywhere.


This is what ten years sound like when you listen backwards.


Some of these albums were everywhere that year. The ones every music lover has on their shelves. A Moon Shaped Pool was unavoidable, and for good reason. Radiohead released an album that sounded like an ending without drama, a band stepping back rather than forward, leaving space where urgency used to be. It’s a record that doesn’t age because it already sounds like memory.


Blackstar by David Bowie belongs to that same category. Not loved by everyone, but owned by almost everyone who cares about music as more than background noise. It’s not a comfortable listen, but it was never meant to be. It marks a moment when pop music stopped pretending it could outlive its makers.


Other records from 2016 slipped past the noise more quietly. Weather Systems by Anathema had already been out for years, but it re-entered my life that year for a simple reason: I lost the CD. I’m fairly sure it was still in the car I sold, left behind in the player like a forgotten note. So I bought the reissued digipack and put it back on the shelf, even though I already owned the original vinyl from 2012. It was their most accessible album, the point where their long, heavy arcs finally opened into something almost weightless. Long songs, yes, but with doors instead of walls. It unfolds like weather rather than narrative, and it suited a year that was all preparation and no arrival.


2016 was also generous to people who listen for atmosphere. Mogwai’s Atomic turned tension into architecture. Ólafur Arnalds released Island Songs, tying music to place in a way that felt intimate without being small. Peter Broderick’s Grunewald walked the line between folk and silence. And then there was A Wave of Endorphins by Her Name Is Calla, a record that never really found the audience it deserved, hovering somewhere between post-rock and song, beautiful in a way that requires patience.
The shelves tell a wider story if you look closely. 2016 was the year Kindly Now by Keaton Henson lived on repeat, the year of returning to foundations: Pink Floyd reissues, The Wall, The Division Bell, records that had already taught me how to listen, now coming back in heavier sleeves, as if they needed to be held again. There were darker corners too: Alcest’s Kodama, Antimatter’s Too Late and Welcome to the Machine, Douglas Dare’s Aforger, music that stays unresolved on purpose. And then the quiet persistence of records like Sivert Høyem’s Lioness or worriedaboutsatan’s Blank Tape, albums that don’t ask for attention but keep it.


Looking back now, it’s the ordinariness of it that stays with me. Records bought, played, shelved. Nothing felt intentional. And yet, the shelves remember more than I do. These are just the 2016 releases. The rest has blurred together, as it does.
I didn’t know the house yet, the one we were still planning and drawing that year, or the work, or the version of me that would come later. Everything was still in draft form. But the music had already been there for a long time, holding the space. And somehow, it still does.


Some records leave. Some come back. And some stay.

Continue reading “Between now and then”

Listening in Greyscale: Meloy or Molko?

It took me a few seconds to realise I was wrong.

I was listening to my playlist on shuffle. Sixty-three hours practically demand this. A new song came on. The Infanta by The Decemberists. But my brain insisted it was Placebo. Brian Molko’s voice, unmistakable, slightly nasal, brittle at the edges, dramatic without trying.

I was so sure of it that I had to stop what I was doing and look it up. Mostly because I couldn’t remember adding any Placebo songs to my playlist recently, and it definitely wasn’t one of the older ones I used to like. Maybe a collaboration with Brian Molko?

No, it wasn’t him.

It was Colin Meloy.

That moment, that small musical misrecognition, revealed something about the way I listen to music. I don’t just hear songs. I hear ghost echoes. Overlaps. Connections that aren’t necessarily there, except that they are, for me.

Meloy’s voice in The Infanta sharpens, tightens, becomes theatrical in a way that briefly steps out of his usual folk warmth. And in that narrow space, Molko appears. A similar tension in the voice. The same slightly strained upper register. The same insistence in the consonants. A kind of emotional insistence.

Colin Meloy sings slightly lower than Brian Molko ever does, and that’s the strange part. The resemblance isn’t in the pitch. It’s in the placement. The way the voice sits forward in the mouth. The way tension is held rather than released. It’s colour, not register, that connects them. Not a perfect match. Just close enough to open a door.

It’s strange, the way the brain does this. How it pulls threads between artists, decades, genres. How one voice suddenly becomes a door to another. How listening turns into remembering. A song, an artist, sometimes even a film. Even when the memory isn’t quite real. It’s not fake either. It sits in greyscale, somewhere in between.

I often notice these things. A chord progression that reminds me of a song I can’t place. A voice that sounds like someone else’s shadow. I’ve learned that not everyone listens like that. For some, music is linear. For me, it’s layered. It’s a web.

And maybe that’s why music never really ends for me.
It just keeps talking to itself, across years and voices and songs, and I happen to be there, overhearing it.

It’s a bit like an ocean. One wave carries me into the next. Curiosity and an open mind pull me forward. Music never gets boring for me. There is always something to discover. A thread binding two songs or artists together, even if it’s invisible.

So when I thought The Infanta was sung by Brian Molko, it wasn’t really a mistake. It was my listening brain doing what it always does. Finding relationships. Building bridges. Refusing to keep things in neat boxes.

And who likes boxes anyway?

The Decemberists – The Infanta

Placebo – A Song to Say Goodbye

I know it is very subtle, but I cannot unhear the similarities between the voices.

Mark Hole: a voice worth discovering

I didn’t realise Mark Hole was still making music until I stumbled across his Instagram profile a couple of weeks ago. Part of that is probably down to me no longer being on many platforms. Artists have a way of slipping out of sight when your digital habits change. But there he was. Still active. Still sharing songs. Still very much present. Theholeofmark.


What caught my attention wasn’t just the fact that he was releasing music, but the sense of continuity. Mark has been open about becoming sober and about holding himself accountable, often through poetry and songwriting. That openness doesn’t dominate the music, but it gives it depth. It made me listen more closely again.
According to Spotify, Mark released five EPs in 2025 alone. Five releases in a single year suggest commitment and momentum, a need to stay close to the music rather than stepping away from it. I’m currently listening to the most recent EP, released on November 25th, and what stands out immediately is the amount of soul it carries. This is music that feels lived rather than constructed.


His songs are danceable, driven by rhythm and groove, but they don’t stop at the surface. The lyrics tell stories taken from life. They feel observant, sometimes playful, sometimes reflective, always grounded.


One aspect of his work that feels particularly interesting is the way he revisits his own songs. He shares then and now versions side by side, allowing listeners to hear what time, experience and persistence do to a voice and a song. It’s not about correcting the past or polishing it into something else. It’s simply about letting evolution be audible.


And then there is the voice. Distinctive, expressive, emotionally alert. A voice you don’t easily forget or confuse with another. It carries warmth and honesty and holds intensity without forcing it.


If you’re curious where to begin, here are three songs that offer a way in:


I’m Not Dancing For You


Will you love again?


Dirty Base


If you want to follow what Mark is currently working on, he shares music and thoughts on Instagram under theholeofmark, and his catalogue, including the recent EPs and the then & now versions, can be found on Spotify.


I hope you enjoy discovering this artist as much as I do.

https://www.instagram.com/theholeofmark?igsh=MXM1Z2V2cXViN3N6cA==

Addition: Mark’s newest release. Enjoy. I know I do. 🙂

Goodbye Chris Rea

I read the news that Chris Rea died today.
I didn’t sit with it. I put his music on almost immediately. That felt automatic. And once the record was playing, I opened a blank page and started writing this.


Chris Rea was my mother’s favourite artist. I grew up with his music, but not in a way that involved choosing or discovering it. It was just there. Part of the house. Something that existed alongside everything else.


My mother has been wheelchair bound for as long as I can remember. Because of that, there are no deep stories attached to his songs for me. But his music lived indoors, in her bedroom. On vinyl and on CD. Often enough that it stopped standing out and just became a memory attached to my mother.


When I later received my mother’s old record collection, that familiarity turned into ownership. Her vinyl became mine. All of it. Including her Chris Rea albums. That’s how my own collection grew. Not by seeking things out, but by inheriting what was already known. (Amongst it was Dire Straits, Chris Norman, Marillion, T-Rex… and of course Chris Rea)


I put on Fool (If You Think It’s Over) from Whatever Happened to Benny Santini (1978). I didn’t think about why. It was just the song that came, that I had to listen first. I changed albums and am listening to a different record now. Wired to the Moon (1984).

Chris Rea has passed away. It feels, and this may be a very weird or unrelatable thought, that something that attached me to my mother fell away today. I am not sad per se, but I feel it in my chest somehow.

The record is still playing as I finish this.

Underneath, I will add a couple of songs I really like.

RIP Chris Rea 1951-2025

https://open.qobuz.com/track/44667844

December 21st. Happy 13th blog anniversary.

December 21st, 2012 was supposed to be the end of everything. That’s what people said back then, anyway. The end of the world, the end of a cycle, something final. I remember the mood around it, that strange mix of unease and freedom. And I remember thinking that if everything really was about to end, then I didn’t have much to lose. That was the thought that led me to start this blog on that exact day.

I didn’t know what it would become. I didn’t even know what I wanted from it. I just knew I needed a place. Somewhere words could land without being rushed. Somewhere I could return to, again and again, without having to explain myself.

Over the years I tried other platforms. Some I left because they got too loud, some because they stopped feeling right, some because I simply lost interest. This one stayed. I never really questioned that. It feels strange to even write it now, but it’s true.

I was curious today. I always loo at the stats on the anniversary of the blog. And what stood out was music. Song reviews, album notes, listening posts. Those were the things that surfaced first this year.
(If you’re curious: Antimatter, Sivert Høyem, Weather Systems.)

That sent me back to the beginning. Because it started like that. Mostly music. Things I listened to obsessively. Notes written quickly, without much distance. Those early posts aren’t here anymore, but the rhythm is. Music first. Words following.

There is a lot of poetry on this blog now. Probably more than anything else. It almost overfills the place at times. But the music is scattered. Tucked in between. And that still seems to be how people arrive. They come for a song, an album, a listening note, and then sometimes they wander off somewhere else. Or they stay. I don’t always know which, and I don’t mind not knowing. That’s a lie, I would love to know, but as I said yesterday, the blog doesn’t invite comments or thoughts, not by design or desire, but because the posts don’t demand anything from the readers. I consider myself to be a poet, a writer if you will. The fact that not one poem appears in the top 10 most read posts this year feels weird, at the same time it tells me that what I share about music is just as valuable if not more, than the poems, the opinions or the short stories. And there are also the pages people keep opening every year, discreetly. I notice that. I like noticing that.
(about mebooks)

And somehow, all of the above keeps circling back to the day it began on. Going back to the start.

December 21st is the shortest day of the year. Winter solstice. The darkest day. And the turning point. Nothing changes visibly, and yet from here on, the light comes back. Slowly. I never noticed how true it is for me too. I don’t believe in coincidences. It had to be this way.

The blog changed. I changed. The voice shifted, the urgency softened. The staying didn’t. Thirteen years is a long time to keep showing up to the same place. I only really notice that when I stop showing up or when I question myself too much.

Thank you for reading, for finding this space, for following a song or a sentence and letting it lead you somewhere else.

For we are all listening to the sun.

ghost in the machine (song review)

I was listening to a lot of music today and as I am writing this, there is still music playing in the background.

I listened to artists like Soen and Agent Fresco, but also Weather Systems. In September 2024 they released their debut album “Ocean Without a Shore”. I listened a lot to it for a while, but in the last six months, I only listened to the song Synaesthesia. Until today. I was in the mood to hear the entire album and so I pulled the beautiful vinyl (it’s blue with black swirls) out of its sleeve and put it on the turntable. Volume up. And off we went. I listened to the songs on vinyl, playing mindlessly on my phone. Until…

Until Ghost in the Machine came on. The song is built around a steady guitar riff that gives it forward momentum. The repetition works well here. It gives the track direction and a clear emotional line. The percussion provides the structure underneath without drawing attention away from the melody. It keeps the tempo and the shape of the song consistent.

The vocal work is one of the strengths. Daniel Cavanagh carries the main vocal line and Soraia Silva’s voice comes in at selected points, not to soften the sound but to expand it. Their voices blend into one atmosphere rather than forming a lead and backing contrast. It gives the song a unified emotional tone.

I knew the song before, of course I did, and I remember that I mentioned it in the album review I wrote as a standout song, but there was something about it that made me pause today, that grabbed my attention differently. There is no dramatic peak. The song does not build toward release. Instead, it fades gradually. A few piano notes close the track and lead directly into Are You There Pt. 2. The transition is subtle and fits the pacing of the album as a whole.

I like when music is layered. It often changes with every listen and also with our moods, I guess. And that is why we can listen to a song 50 times and think we already know it, and then on the 51st listen, it suddenly sounds new.

My song of the day for sure. What do you think? How do you like the song?

I added this video because I mentioned Daniel Cardoso’s drumming and here he plays the full song through.

Friday 5

It’s Friday! Finally. The week was very long, wasn’t it? It felt like three, probably because I had a migraine since Wednesday afternoon and it only let up this morning. The weather is dreadful and it is cold. I am not the biggest fan of winter (an even less of winter coats). Maybe the sun will be back again to give the summer the farewell it deserves. Until then, let’s listen to some music.

song

poster paints – number 1

Poster Paints is a duo from Glasgow/Scotland. Their style is between pop and shoegaze. Very mellow. Just right for one last night sitting outside, wrapped in a thick blanket. The above song is from the self-titled album Poster Paints (2022)

Photo

There is no filter on the photo. It’s zoomed in on the view we had last Sunday evening. It almost looks as if their were waves on the sky. Quite poetic, I think.

Visitors:

USA

India

UK

Spain

Australia

Post of the week

To be honest, I only sent out two copies. One to the UK and one to the Luxembourgish National Library. Sometimes, I don’t feel like a writer or poet. I feel like an imposter for using that word to describe myself. Other times, I remember that I have the books to show that I am. They could be read. They aren’t but they could be.

Thoughts

Tomorrow, I will have my first teaching of the schoolyear. I need to have at least 40 hours of trainings in one year (it’s required by law). This year, I put my focus on speech and the use of voice. Which reminds me: butterfly tears has a home on Soundcloud too. It doesn’t have any listens yet. Be the first?

Thank you for being there. Thank you for seeing me.

Friday 5

Another week has passed and July is done. Time flies, as they say. It feels as if yesterday was March and now it’s already August. The weather is dreadful over here. We had a heatwave in early July and that’s all we had for summer. Isn’t talking about weather very mundane? Let’s dive into this week’s Friday 5, shall we?

Song

Suzanne Vega – left of center

This song was released in 1986. It was a B-side of the single Tom’s diner. If you have been following this blog for a while, you probably remember that I am never too fond of female voices, but Suzanne Vega (along with Annie Lennox and Kate Bush) or exceptions. I like that she takes a blink of an eye and makes a song about it. It’s a bit similar to my short stories, but of course she does it more masterfully than I ever could. Her back catalog is well worth exploring beyond the known songs.

Photo

I love looking at the sky and at clouds. It’s also a recurring theme in my poetry; the sky, clouds, the stars, rain, storms… Last Wednesday I was having a drink with my husband and behind him I saw this. I had to take a photo of the beautiful view. I had to edit it though, in the right corner was a lamppost that I removed digitally. Beauty hides everywhere, but most often in the unseen and in the quiet distractions we don’t allow us to notice

Post of the week

Credit, where credit is due seems to have resonated with most readers this week. Post of the week

Music recap for July

It’s a bit funny how there’s no real overlap between the top tracks and top artists. But maybe that says something about how scattered my mind was this month…

Musing

I don’t have much to offer, but what I have I give freely. Care is not about asking for something in return, it is about presence.

How was your week? What was your top song, or which one would you share? Did you take the time to look at the clouds and the stars, to dance in the rain and to breathe?

song of the day

Benson Boone – sorry I’m here for someone else

February 2025 brought a wave of strong new releases, and “Sorry I’m Here for Someone Else” by Benson Boone is no exception. It’s a striking follow-up to his breakout hit Beautiful Things, but with a different emotional texture. While that song thrived on raw vulnerability and soaring vocals, this one leans into a more danceable rhythm with a subtle yet undeniable 80s-inspired vibe. Think soft synths, a pulsing beat, and just the right touch of nostalgia.

It is introspective, yes, but it doesn’t wallow. Instead, it moves, both emotionally and sonically. Benson Boone continues to show range, delivering heartfelt storytelling with a voice that carries both ache and restraint, all wrapped in a surprisingly infectious sound.

song of the day

JAIN & Solomun – tout le monde est fou

If you’re familiar with the music I usually share on the blog, this song might surprise you in more than one way. First, it features a female vocalist – not unheard of here, but definitely less common. Second, it’s upbeat, danceable;  a proper club track. The version of Tout le monde est fou by Jain and Solomun was released in February 2025, and it’s a bold, rhythmic reimagining of the original.

You may have noticed I’ve been sharing more current releases lately. I’m not sure why, but there’s genuinely some brilliant new music out there right now. This track, for instance, stands out from my usual melancholic, atmospheric soundscapes. It’s vibrant, sharp, full of energy, and yet, it still carries a subtle edge of irony and social observation that speaks to me. Maybe that’s why it made it onto the blog.

Enjoy the song

Sivert Høyem – dancing headlights (review)

There’s something about Sivert Høyem’s voice. It has gravity. Not just in the deep, resonant tone, but in the way it pulls you in without effort. It’s a voice that doesn’t just sing. It fills the space, lingers in the air, wraps around you. A voice like that doesn’t need theatrics. It speaks, and you listen.

His new album, Dancing Headlights, is his eighth studio album. Short, just over 32 minutes, but deliberate. Every second is used well. There’s no excess, no need to stretch songs beyond what they have to say. It’s stripped back in the right way, recorded live with his band, giving it a warmth that so much modern music lacks. Sivert called it “just a pop album,” but that feels almost dismissive of what he’s done here. If this is pop, it’s the kind that doesn’t chase trends, doesn’t try to impress, just exists, solid and timeless.

Unlike the widescreen darkness of Madrugada, Dancing Headlights leans into something more restrained, more personal. The sound feels warm, direct, as if it was played straight to tape without second-guessing. There are no grand orchestrations, no unnecessary layers. Just guitars with the right amount of bite, a rhythm section that breathes, and that voice, always at the centre.

The influence of classic pop and rock is undeniable, but there’s something distinctly Nordic about it too. That slow-burning intensity, the way songs feel like they belong to long roads and empty spaces. The way they hold emotion without spilling over into sentimentality.

The album doesn’t rely on one standout moment to define it. It’s the sum of its parts, a collection of eight songs that each hold their own. Some are immediate, some take their time, but together they create something cohesive. There’s a steadiness to it, a quiet confidence. Some albums want to surprise you, throw twists into the mix. Dancing Headlights doesn’t need to. Its strength is in its consistency, in its confidence to just be what it is.

Because it doesn’t overreach. Because it doesn’t try too hard to impress. Because it knows exactly what it’s supposed to be. Dancing Headlights is not an album that demands attention. It’s one that earns it.

Released through Hektor Grammofon, Sivert’s own label, the album thrives on the interplay of seasoned musicians who know exactly when to hold back and when to push forward. Recorded live with Cato Salsa (guitar), Christer Knutsen (keys), Øystein Frantzvåg (bass), and Børge Fjordheim (drums), it keeps the balance between looseness and precision.

It’s easy to underestimate an album like this. It’s not loud, not flashy, doesn’t announce itself with fanfare. It just waits for the right moment, the right listener, the right state of mind.

You don’t just hear this album. You step into it. And once you do, it doesn’t leave for a while.

Find out more about Sivert Høyem and his projects: https://siverthoyem.com/

Threads on SoundCloud

Threads – Where Words and Music Connect

There’s something incredibly fulfilling about creating something that feels both personal and shared. Threads, my latest collaboration with Daniel Cavanagh/Weather Systems, is exactly that—a spoken word piece wrapped in the emotional depth of his music. It’s the third time we’ve worked together, and I can honestly say it’s my favorite so far.

This collaboration started with a moment of vulnerability: I reached out and asked. Sharing the poem felt vulnerable, but Daniel saw something in it—a resonance that inspired him to compose the music that now breathes life into the words.

The poem reflects on the unseen bonds that hold us together, fragile yet unbreakable, like threads spun in the quiet moments of our lives. Narrating it felt like opening a door to my own vulnerabilities, but hearing it take shape within Daniel’s music was transformative. The gentle chords rise and fall like the rhythm of breath, creating a quiet tension that pulls the listener into a reflective space where every word feels suspended in light and shadow.

Crafting the words was a journey of its own, but hearing them unfold within Daniel’s music felt like discovering a new dimension of the story. Together, we brought Threads to life, each adding something uniquely our own. His music doesn’t just accompany the poetry—it expands it, turning it into something larger than itself.

If you’re drawn to reflective spoken word or music that lingers in the quiet spaces of your mind, Threads offers an experience that invites you to pause, feel, and connect. It’s the kind of piece you might return to when you need to sit with your thoughts or immerse yourself in something deeply introspective.

You can find Threads on SoundCloud here.

This collaboration holds a special place in my heart, not only because of the work itself but because of how it came to be. Daniel trusted my words enough to create this music, and together, we built something I’m proud to share. I’d love to hear your thoughts—how does Threads resonate with you? Thank you for listening and for being part of this journey.

remembering October – a throwback post

In August, I had the idea to walk down memory lane with the blog. After many years of sharing thoughts and poetry and everything in between, I wanted to compile a sort of best of, but that’s not as easy as I thought it would be. I am a harsh critic when it comes to my own creations. There can be tough choices about what to post and share, but I will share those posts that resonate with me when I reread them. Here is September’s throwback. Enjoy!

We start with 2013, because the blog saw the light of this world in December 2012

2013

2014

2015

2016

2017

2018

2019

2020

2021

2022

2023

There is a lot of diversity in my October writing. There are short stories, poetry, music, and a little bit about me. To be honest, it is quite satisfying to see that my writing has improved yet kept the same voice all these years. It’s not that I am holding on to this with both hands, no it’s more that I am writing what I am discussing with my inner voice and it translates like that on your screen. And if you only want to engage with one of these posts, my suggestion would be “The Rocking Chair” it’s a great short story, one of my best.

Don’t be shy about commenting or liking or sharing. And don’t hold back on browsing the blog. There is something for everyone. There are even a couple of recipes for food.

I am very tired, physically and mentally.

Thank you for being on this journey with me.

concert review: soen

This was my first time seeing Soen live, (and the first concert of this kind after the pandemic) and as a longtime fan who owns most of their discography, I was excited but also a little uncertain. Going to concerts can sometimes feel like stepping into a different world, and I wasn’t sure if I’d fit into the crowd. But as the night progressed, it became clear that none of that mattered. The connection I felt to the music was far more important than anything else.

The night began with two supporting acts, each offering something distinct. Trope, with their female vocalist and a mesmerizing guitarist, set an unexpected but welcome tone. The way the guitarist tortured his acoustic guitar was beautiful, creating intricate and raw melodies that perfectly balanced the ethereal quality of the vocals. Oddland, on the other hand, brought a heavier, progressive metal sound. Although their style was a bit too intense for my taste, there was no denying their precision and how they built up the energy in the room, setting the stage for Soen.

The set began with Dylan Thomas’s Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night filling the venue—a haunting, poetic start that set a contemplative tone. As the fog rolled in, Soen emerged one by one, and the first notes of Sincere echoed through the air. The intimate crowd at Rockhal Club, while not sold out, felt just right. There was enough space to enjoy the music without being shoulder to shoulder, but the energy was still palpable. At first, the band’s energy was restrained, almost as if they were feeling out the room, but that quickly changed as Sincere melted into the next songs.

Joel Ekelöf’s live vocals were something special. His voice sounded almost identical to how it does on their albums—clear, controlled, and deeply emotional. The harmonies, especially during songs like Lotus and Unbreakable, elevated the performance, adding layers of richness to the already atmospheric sound. It’s one thing to hear these harmonies on a studio album, but hearing them live made the music feel even more powerful and immersive.

The music was incredible, no doubt. Oleksii Kobel, their bassist, carried an energy that was magnetic—cool and intense all at once. His presence drew you in. I found myself unexpectedly captivated by Lars Åhlund, the rhythm guitarist and pianist, whose quiet confidence balanced out the larger-than-life performances of Cody Ford and Joel Ekelöf. Cody’s playing was flawless, though his posing—standing on a pedestal for his solos—felt a bit over the top for me. Still, it made me smile; it was part of the rockstar charm, even if it felt more expected than spontaneous.

As the concert progressed, Ekelöf began interacting more with the crowd, engaging us in playful games of who could cheer louder—the left or right side of the venue. It was a fun moment that broke down the usual performer-audience divide, making the night feel more intimate. The audience, split into halves, responded eagerly, and it became a call and response, an exchange of enthusiasm that fueled the rest of the performance.

The transitions between songs were seamless. One moment you were lost in Monarch, and before you knew it, Modesty swept you into its groove. By the time they played Lotus, the last song before the encore, I was fully immersed. That chorus—“gather around”—is still playing in my head. There’s something about it that reaches deep, pulling at those quiet places inside you.

But it was Soen’s encore, Violence, that left the deepest impression. The intensity of that final performance felt like an exclamation point at the end of a long sentence. The way the crowd reacted—the cheers, the energy—made it clear that we were all still riding the emotional wave long after the final chord. Days later, I’m still humming their songs, particularly Unbreakable and Lotus, and reflecting on how music that powerful can stay with you, long after the stage lights fade.

I’ll definitely be back the next time Soen comes to town. The connection I felt with their music, and with everyone in that room, was too meaningful to pass up again.