13 days in Sweden are coming to a close, and with it the season. Here are the traces of sun, the tastes of home, and the wafts of fresh winds in the air.
Gal Costa - Sebastiana
I think the summer might be over here. But it's always summer somewhere, and there, Gal Costa buzzes around making mischief like a sweet-voiced poltergeist.
Buena Vista Social Club - El Cuarto De Tula
What is happening in Tula's room? Sounds wild! It would seem the heat of the summer that was is not so soon put out!
Georg Riedel, Arne Domnérus, Rune Gustafsson - Här kommer Pippi Långstrump
Been singing the theme tune to Pippi Longstocking with my nephew Sigge. It was written by legendary Swedish jazz pianist Jan Johansson and here it is performed by his musical collaborators as a homage soon after his death.
Looptroop - Fever
A Swedish hip hop classic. I have no idea how it holds up to new ears, as I can't unhear how it sounded in my youth. Is the rhyme 'hearings' and 'appearance' ingenious or awful? Alls I know is that I can't help rapping along every time I hear it.
Bob Dylan - Mississippi (outtake)
This has been my favourite song in the world for the past couple of weeks. It started in those early morning hours when sleep lingers and you're an easy prey for sentimental onslaught: I thought of my grandad, who passed away 19 years ago and who was a lovely man. I thought of other parts of my life swallowed up by time. Meanwhile I was making my way through London town, listening to Bob Dylan, looking forward to going back home the next day, but not knowing exactly where I wanted to go after that. And these deceptively simple verses seemed to sum everything and more up; all things lost, some of the things to come, the love tying the former to the latter...
You can always come back
but you can't come back all the way
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