Mumbai report

I am in Mumbai. This is a city beyond words. It is to grand, messy, beautiful, strange, hectic, colourful, mad and friendly to even try to describe. I got in a few days ago to do some shows in town. This is a new and very exiting market. All music people I meet are so curious, hungry and focused on their job and it is a total pleasure. Things don´t work in teh same way here as they do in the western part of the world. That is a part of the charm. Always expect the unexpected, and recieve it with great patience. That´s what I thought before I got here..and yes..it was true, still....I must say things have been working out smoothly all along. We played a festival in Mumbai, The Moodi festival, on the university campus at 2 in the afternoon. Before the show me and my musicians were judges for their own talent contest. Like being in the Indian Idol, but...let´s say, slightly more basic.....I had a great time. Then the show was fab and I really enjoyed myself. The first gig in India. Interesting. I also must say I love the Indian people. Warm and happy with almost always smiling faces. For a reason? yes, sometimes, but generally, I find Indian people being really eagre to help.

There is a lot of time spent in the car here.....the traffic is absurd. Also, for me, being an air -conditioning allergic it is tough to cruise around the city for 2 hours in the madness with all windows down:):):) And that is 2 hours one way...then the next 2 back.....but ..hey....everything works......this is Mumbai.

A Beginner in Bombay

Less than a week and I am off to India. Exiting?very much so! I am traveling with my band and fellow musicians, a swedish group called Moneybrother. We are attending the Moodi Festival in Mumbai on dec 21st in a collaboration with the Swedish Institute.  The I have a few performances more in Mumbai, along with promo and a jury attendance. This feels like a new beginning. A new market, and from what I have understood, India is just now opening up to the western music and culture in away that has not happened before. I love these collaborations where different cultures meet and interfere with each-other. I have already made some new Indian friends and I look forward being a beginner in this wonderful, chaotic, colorful, rich and poor living in the now kind of city of Mumbai.  I´ll keep you posted.....

The Name of The Game...Know 10 phone numbers by heart

Something just hit me, and I want to ask you....How many phone numbers do you know by heart? I ran out of batteries in my cell phone the other day, and was stuck without any information at all, since....it is all in the phone. A few years back I always had a calender with important numbers, my schedule and other good to know information. But these days...my Nokia is my all-in-one, kind of the wash and go machine. There I stood. Realizing that I only know 5 numbers on top of my head. So, hereby I want to create a new game. You are the winner, because the rules are that you shall know 10 numbers by heart. Any numbers, but of importance just in case if.....God forbid, something might happen. It will take a little tiny bit of practice, but hey...remember all the info we fed our brains with in school. I must say, I was smarter then......now I relay way to much on technology, and that it has to work. If not I´m lost. That is a very vulnerable place to be....and that we have places ourselves there  without thinking twice. Writing this I also have to ask.....are we really as smart as we think? I mean....having all important information  in one machine means that if just one thing breaks......all functions disappear.

Needless to say, I have gone back to using my calendar. With hand written phone numbers in it and a totally messy but alive calender with words and meeting hours in a total mess that only I understand....and I love it!!!!   Also, I have cut down my mobile usage. It gives me a headache. Really. I think the radiation or whatever you call it, is lethal. Just wait and see....my gut feeling is that soon new information will appear........but until then.....

Peace n Love from me

PLACED BY FAITH AT THE BMI AWARDS.....

I went over to London a while ago...haven´t been there in too long. My dear friends from LA were coming in to town for the BMI awards and and I joined in. It was an evening of surprises.

I had a conversation the other day about the circles in life and that certain people will circulate around you, you get to hear a persons name, you might not meet in person but you hear of that person and you wonder.......when is the time?? like some are destined to hook up sooner or later....this is what happened in London

Lately I have been a bit up and down, and while boarding I suddenly felt a strange nervousness. Could it be the long lost friend Mr Panic Attack entering the arena again? It is such a tricky thing. Me, who has been flying all over the place for the majority of my life just got the chills and entering the plane I felt like I was entering a coal mine where there was very very limited air supply. Almost , but not entirely having an attack, a woman in the front seat turns around and looks at me, and asks " do you want me to hold your hand?"  I was so touched. A stranger reaching out to help me. That in itself was a miracle. I felt OK enough and said no, but instead we started talking. Leaving the plane we continued, and collecting our bags we still  continued talking. Then we said good bye, and I though. why didn´t I give them my email? I really thought they were totally wonderful people. A while passed by, and in another line in the airport, there they were again.... We laughed, spoke a bit and all the time I thought I´d give her my business card,  but it just did not happen. we said bye bye again for the 3rd time....and she said " haha maybe we´ll meet again..." and there our paths were separated and we both disappeared into a city of 12 million people.  I got to the hotel, had a bunch of meetings, saw my LA friends who´m I´d missed so much from not being in LA for a while, and then, getting ready for the BMI dinner.

We were a group of friends gathering around table 19 that evening, amongst others the absolutely wonderful Danielle Brisebois, who turn out to be the winner of the evening in all categories, Mr Gregg Alexander with his lovely mum, Mac and Diane and me.....whom they´ve always called Snowball...and as I turned to say hi to my table mates to the left, I almost cracked up. There they were...the couple from the airplane.....Totally Insane. It felt like more than a coincidence. When you bump in to people like this there has to be some kind of meaning., at least that´s what I believe... As we continued laughing, telling our "do you wanna hold my hand " story to the rest of the table I heard the couple introducing themselves, so then he used his  professional work name...Cutfather....I just could not believe it......The story goes like this. I went to Mustique, in the Caribbean back in 1991. I met a man called Michael who was (and still is) a big music mogul in Denmark. He gave me the number to a guy whom he said was "the shit" a very talented writer /producer and he thought we should work together. I called this guy, we tried to hook up, nothing happened, and I started working with Anders Bagge, Legacy of Sound was formed and the rest is history. Anyway...thiS guy, whom I have been trying to hook up with...His name was ...and still is..Cuthfather.  So finally after almost 20 years we get to meet...on an airplane, but incognito, and then we´re being placed by faith at the same table at the BMI awards. I love this story. It is the evidence that people actually move in circles around us, and when the timing is right....we meet. Funny eh?

and by the way, Yes, we have started working together.....finally.......

WWW.MEJA.NET UNDER CONSTRUCTION

oh, by the way....... www.meja.net is a bit under construction. You are most welcome to visit there, you can buy the album and have a look around. But as a warning, it is not 100% ready yet, so if you have ideas or feedback, please write to me on meja@meja.net

A MILLION MEMORIES LATER

So finally, the day came. The day I have been waiting for, since I started this journey back in 2005. Album release. Holding the CD in my hand and realizing that THIS is what came out of all these late hours and a million memories later, here I find myself looking down at yet another black whole to fill with something. Expectations, why do we have expectations when we all know that all they do is to stand in the way for something that actually is quite good to begin with.

Every time a new release has been made, it is funny how quickly I forget, that it actually does not feel much at all. It feels like celebrating your 34th birthday. It´s fun but no icing on the cake.

And do you know why all this is?? Because it it the JOURNEY that is the fun stuff. It is all for the memories that have been created along the way. For all the wonderful people I have met, as well as for all the assholes that I have kindly ignored. I love all of you. That is the truth of the day. This crazy possibility I have had, to travel the world and to write, sing, play, talk, dance and get inspired has been overwhelming. NOW, as I see the fruit of what has been placed in my hands and I get to finally relax, I realize that is is not only an album that has been released. It is also the constant protection and pride, that nothing is gonna hurt my baby, that is is my responsibility, for the first time, 100% to make sure it will have a safe delivery. It is the 24/7 watchdog that suddenly will run out on the fields to play with her buddies. I am released. Thank God, wherever, whoever, whomever that/he/she is.

I am happy. I hope you want to be happy with me. Maybe you will understand something of what I am trying to say on this album. It´s like a teenager that I have been watching over, that now will find her own way in this big crazy wonderful world. 

Oh, yeah, and one more thing...

I promise I will write more here on this blog. Was the last time I wrote really in July? insane.

I will do better.....

peace n love as always

Ocean Thoughts and Nuclear waste of time

I´m just a little fish, at the bottom of the sea, trying to get some air but that´s not for free....I read somewhere that we have only explored 7% of the bottom of the ocean. How come? what about the rest of the 93%? Are we to busy stretching our limits out into space so we forget to take a look at what is actually going on in our own back yard? Grass is always greener? Well, let me tell you this much, the way we treat our oceans on this there won´t be much life left at all. That is scary stuff. I went on holiday to the Dominican Republic a few years back, and stayed at Punta Cana. They have an eco area, thinking organic and also held a few seminars on how to save the corals and reefs around the area . They showed photos where you clearly could see the difference from year to year. The Reefs are dissolving. I had to see for myself, so I decided to take a divers certificate. Suddenly I was a PADI Open Water Diver. My instructor had to hold my hand as I did my first dive. It was the strangest and most scary thing. Being a control freak....just letting go, trusting that my tubes will work perfectly 10 meters down under. Once I concurred that fear, it became the most wonderful thing.

 Weightless and small and a complete stranger in a world below that I know so little of and the  views of the underwater landscapes that left me breathless. 

But also, it left me kind of worried, almost like I could feel a collective sadness going on. The photos of the reef a few years earlier were much brighter and colorful. Now parts of the reef were covered in a brown mud kind of thing. 

Still beautiful fish and magic, but not as radiant.  I couldn´t help but wonder what the hell we are doing. 

So much stuff being dumped into the ocean on a daily basis, oils leaks from boats along with the fuel and why not get rid off some radio active waste as-well while we´re at it? 

There is just no place to dump in over water, it´s way to dangerous, so....let´s hide it down under and hope it never gets up to the surface. 

How stupid can we get? 

If you want to read some more of our human stupidity,  Greenpeace has some info on the link below.http://archive.greenpeace.org/nuclear/ospar2000/html/content/ospar00/docs/briefings/OSPARhistorybft.pdfLeaves me Speechless as I wonder, this could not possibly be a case of economy v/s sanity?? is it all about the.......dumdumdumdumdum  again?

Holy Macaroni!!

The first single is out and about....running round town. Attacking every possible ear that wants to listen. This is good fun. Songs have a way of their own to find their own way to wherever they were ment to fly. That was a very strange sentence I just wrote.....whatever..you probably get it....Music has wings. It flies over rivers and mountains and will reach their chosen destination at any given time, thru the spheres, thru the radio waves, thru the Inter net and thru the word of mouth. This is where the fun starts fo rme. I have no clue where these songs will take me. I had no clue, when we wrote "All about the Money" that just one song would change my life a little bit....that one song would take me places and introduce me to people I most likely would not have met with out it.  I´m more curios now than I was then, I am more awake now than I was back then and I consider myself more of a constant beginner than I did back then. So whatever might or might not happen, this is the ultimate beginning. 

Welcome into the world of the Urban Gypsy, starting At the Rainbows End, check out www.meja.net and download the song for free if you want to, and visit www.myspace.com/mejaofficial to listen to some bonus tracks. It´s a warm up to the album release in September. Enjoy!!!

Action - Reaction

 It is not more complicated that that. Or, maybe…you become what you eat, because the result of the intake shows a little after the actual happening.. I just read this article in a Swedish newspaper, regarding animal abuse in Denmark The subject they are treating, I fear, is more spread out than Denmark only…and the discussion of how we treat our animals vary from country to country, from religion to religion.

 I remember crying my eyes out on a trip to Egypt. I was 12 years old seeing the owner beating the shit out of his horse. To him it was totally natural, because in their narrow minded mindset animals do not have a sense of either feelings or pain. My mother got so angry, went to him and started a huge quarrel as the next cultural barrier rose…Who was she, a woman, to tell him how to treat his animal? The anger and confusion was total. And the sadness.. As a child I just could not understand why?.  That was a while ago, and I still can not understand why? 

The respect for the living varies from country to country I might say to simplify the fact that us as human beings are the less respectful of all living creatures. Period.

Why we constantly tend to be disrespectful/stupid, both amongst our own race as well as others, I don´t know. So many times I´ve  read articles and watching the news thinking, ”Holy Smoke, haven´t we come further than this in our evolution... On top of the food chain and all that stuff we say???"….Man, we really prove our ignorance, big-time. I have total admiration for the animal rights organisations. Once you start reading and getting yourself informed of how things REALLY work, you´ll probably get scared, like me.. There was a program on TV a while back showing the insides from a pig farm. With a hidden camera they managed to capture reality. The pigs were hanging upside down, tied in their back legs with they stomach cut wide open. As the camera zoomed into the eyes of one of them, blinking, as the pigs had to be alive to have the blood exit the body easier. So there they were hanging, alive animals in a row waiting to be human food. Now how the hell can we allow this happening?why do we buy this meat in the first place? If we stopped consuming this madness the production has to stop. Action,- Reaction. And the bottom line ..Why is it still happening? Does anyone ever think about the amount off stress hormone being produced in an abused animal? Is anyone really surprised that we had the ”mad cow disease” , when we feed out cow´s with their cousins bowels grinned to powder instead of grass?? and what about the extra additional chemicals and medicine the animals get to A: grow faster   B: remain healthy. Do you think all that just disappears from the their system just because they are dead?  You become what you eat.  Oh..and by the way….I am not against eating meat, I´m personally a veggie, BUT…what I am totally against is the way we handle the meat production. This has got to change, it´s not good for anyone. You eat crappy meet pressed with chemicals and medicine that will make you sick, the animals suffer undoubtably, and the farmers don´t give a shit unless they don´t get their money. So please, even if it costs a little more….make sure you buy ecological products!  Cut down on the cigarettes, candy, fast food or whatever extra you treat yourself with…save some bucks and re-value your food habits! That is the best gift you can give yourself!! and a change has to come from US!! We Rule! Action Reaction!!

Here´s a short translation of a part of the article I read in DN (Dagens Nyheter) (pelase excus any mis spelling...)

”  The Danish farmers and transport companies beat the pigs with solid plastic sticks, up to the point where they damage the muscles internally. The reason they beat their animals is to make them move faster into the trucks to the slaughter. If the pigs move faster the transportation costs will decrease.  This ”Stick abuse” has, according to the National Swedish Radio, been  a fairly unknown problem, but today with the prize war and economical crisis it has become a habit. During the beginning of 2008, about 20 cases were reported where the pigs has been hit with the sticks. The reports were filed by the Institute of Veterinary Disease Biology at the Copenhagen University. Pall Leifsson, a veterinary at the University, believes this to be the top of an iceberg. He says: ”This is a catastrophe. To beat animals like that, It should not be allowed.”  25 million pigs are being bred in Denmark every year. And the export to Sweden has increased since the 90´s. Last year almost 40.000 ton (swedish measure) was delivered to the Swedish households. "Ekot" has visited the Danish Pig farms, and made documentation of their reality. The Farmers believe their animals are treated in a good way, but the film team reported the pigs to be black, covered by their own excrement with their back legs partially paralyzed.. This film can be seen on YouTube.

Every fourth sow is being kept in a cage all their life. This cage is made so small, so that the animal can not turn around or move. According to Danish law this is totally legal, but the consequences are open wounds and boils as the animals scrape the cages. This is not supposed to happen, but still, it does to every fifth danish sow, according to "Ekot.”  end of article....

 Guys....This is just a Little taste of the whole thing…..and like  the vet said in the article ,this is the top of the iceberg….then we have the cows and chicken and the turkeys and….and….and…and..

Make a change, Be Aware, Choose what is good for you!!   Peace from me

At the Rainbows End

So, finally the first single is to be released. I can´t tell you how totally pleased and happy I am about this fact. Oh yes, and also, first and foremost ...my apologies for not being around for a while. I guess that happens....not the first time, probably won´t be the last.....living in the Now...Now I am here. So, these years spend on getting this album (and myself) together:) is coming to an end and it´s what we call a real-ease:)

....still it feels like everything moves in circles in my life. Somehow I always find myself thinking it´s the end, but in fact just reaching the beginning of what is to come. Isn´t it so? 

Life moves in circles, life seems to be a circle, what comes around goes around, what you give is what you get, the young long to get older, the older strive to stay young, seasons change, summer is finally here, the sun has disappeared into the ocean again, to rise above the trees tomorrow morning and I my grandma looked like a little girl when I saw her a few days ago. And I am doing the same thing all over again. 

But it is still a new adventure. I am a beginner and that I will always be. The day my curiosity ends my life will become dull and gray. Let´s hope that will never happen. Maybe that is the key....if you stay curios life stays beautiful, you need to be open to receive. Words, words words, 

Aahhhhhh enough of this.....Jesus, It´s only a single your releasing....In a weeks time...

The song is called "At the rainbows end" 

We wrote it in LA, and recorded bass and drums at Dave Ways studio in the Hills.. 

Still,  It´s a compressed impression of Santa Monica. Life is a roller coaster ride..

I sat on the beach observing life, people on bikes, on skates, the homeless man under the bridge, the Pier selling cotton candy and chocolate hearts, loves strolling by, dolphins jumping in the ocean, fast cars and young people chasing their dreams  ..

At first we called the song "The Ride" Life seems to be a ride. but then, standing there, overlooking this messy beauty, At the Rainbows End seemed more appropriate. 

At the present moment, I´m in the south of Sweden. It´s all fine, but a part of me is still longing to go back, just out of curiosity, to find whatever treasure hides at the rainbows end.

MILK

Oh, I forgot to tell you. If you have not see the movie "MILK" yet, you really need to do that. I encourage you!! I was blown away, not only by the mastery acting of Sean Penn, but the story in itself. The different layers of our beliefs, the total focus on sharing a vision, and all the love given and received. I will write more about this , because there is something there, that really touched me.  But for now, Just go see/rent/buy the movie!!!  love y´all!

SPRING ROMANTICISM

I am so much waiting for spring to arrive. For the first time in almost 10 years I have spent the whole winter in Sweden. It has been a total challenge. Anyone who is slightly sensitive to darkness will suffer badly. Me, personally, I have passed the sensitive stage, and travelled far beyond that.

 I am now in a serious state of addiction. "Hello, my name is Meja, and I am a light addict." and the choir answers  "Welcome Meja" I now feel safe. I have landed on the right side of the year. I did make it passed the cold turkey months of december and january and I am now approaching end of march with great hope for mankind.

 This gives me a deep respect for the Nordic people. I suddenly understand why we don´t greet each-other on our daily walks....as I complained about before, and why we don´t socialize and go out and hug each other. We are fully occupied with trying to survive the day. What we do is bury our selves in our jobs to try to forget that we are suffering. 

So, there we go. Next meeting. "Hello , My name is Meja and I am a workaholic" And the choir answers "get a f-ckin grip of yourself" Hrm...not really the answer I suspected, but yeah....ain´t it true??? What are we focusing on in life? what really matters? I can tell you this much. My work has saved my life this winter. There is no doubt. I have been totally focused on keeping my head above water, sucking in the outer light I could find. .... figuratively speaking.....

Totally focusing on catching that little ray of sunshine that came by once in november 24th and once more, but even more subtle, was the ray of january 10.  

I have soon gone thru the twelve steps of the darkness resisting and the light catching program and soon I will feel born again as the trees turn green, flowers will bloom and the birds will once again sing their beautiful tunes. Spring romanticism?? Hell yeah!!!!

Circles of Creativity

I believe it when I see it:) normally....but now, I totally trust that we are actually coming to and end of this amazingly long process of making an album. I´ve felt like a record put on repeat. Many people stop me in cafes, on the streets, in bars only to ask me.....When is the new album coming? And I have heard my own voice replying in a cheerful mode for almost two years. "It will be ready very soon" "I will keep you posted" "we are working on it".....and so on and so on.....The only thing I painfully have to admit is that I have been lying all the way. For such long time I have known, if I´d only had listened, that we have not even been close to completion the passed year. But I have wanted to get ready so badly, that I have been running ahead of time, and running ahead of reality, creating my own little dream world of "soon we´re done". Creativity and the creation of an album can be made in a zillion different ways. There is no recepy of what is right or wrong, not even a guide book with advice on how you should do it, because there is no such thing as a should. 

Creativity just strikes, sometimes, And sometimes it s a struggle. You sit down, wait for the lines to drop down from somewhere, and there is no greater feeling than when it does. The flow is magic. And on the other hand, when you sit there and nothing happens. You write a few pages, throw the written pages away, start on a new white paper,  doesn´t seem to help, you throw that away as-well and you start to feel a slight panic, because   "what about IF nothing will drop down what so ever?" Am I a non creative looser now? It is impossible to control and impossible to force.  

A friend of mine put the words to this so nicely " you have to wait until the songs demand to be written"  There is no point in forcing.....then it will be like picking the apples to early from the trees, and they will be sour and hard and taste like shit. You want to pick them at the right time to enjoy to the max. That´s when a good song is being picked out of the skies as-well. 

So, I guess, this is basically what I have been up to these years....Picking apples:) 

I have written about 60 songs. Some of them are great, others really suck. That´s life. 

But the songs on this "Urban Gypsy" album, is the fruit of these 2 years and also paints the pictures of what´s been going on in my life. I feel totally secure to share. And I feel totally secure in saying....now it´s soon ready FOR REAL. 

Today we put the last vocals on  a weird jazz like tune (the only one on the album) called "Still a few more hours to kill" , and tomorrow continue on the production of "Regrets ( I have none )" a song written by me, Mattias Blomdahl and the swedish talanted  soul singer Christian Waltz. For you who don´t know him, check his music out. He is great! 

Then, final mixing on wednesday....and then.......MISSION COMPLETED!

And then a new journey has begun..:) Oh, also I did one of few performances friday 13th. My friend has co-founded a clothing brand called "Odd Molly", and they invited me to sing at the opening of their first store. I had the greatest time. .All new guys and a girl in the band were kicking and I felt like a happy teenager:) Won´t take long before I will play some more. And, talking about creativity, I want to recommend a great book on the subject. It was given to me by my acting teacher in LA. It´s called "The War of Art". can´t remember the author right now, but just Google it. It´s a great read for a creative person.....Well, guys....gotta go. Bt see you around soon, there is so much more to come..Love ya!

Grammy Awards In Confusion

Once upon a time..I swore I would never again attend the Swedish Grammy Awards. The reason at that time was a a huge difference in my own perception of what a Grammy Award really is, and the black and white reality. I remember arriving to this Royal Tennis Hall in Stockholm, all dressed up and nice, to enjoy a lovely evening. There is always a certain illusion that the award itself breathes a little glamour. I mean, this used to be the closest to the Hollywood imagination you could come in this country within Music Industry. So, dressed for success, entering the tennis court (you can smell the luxury right?)  to sit down at our hard conference chairs during the live TV show with all the cameras and long commercial breaks is a strong memory. As the evening progressed, I had to get to the ladies room, walking my way along the center court, passing different smaller rooms where they played squash in their sweaty t-shirts and loud screams. The whole sense of glamour faded even further. There I was,(at the time)  in my black long leather dress, all fixed up, feeling like being in the zoo watching the monkeys. What the hell....It´s not that I dislike watching sweaty men.., but just not there, then....

There is always a dinner involved. I can´t remember if it was located in the tennis court aswell, or if we had to go someplace else, and it does not really matter. What I remember was, I left early. 

10 years later I decide to not to be such a wining bitch and give it another try. This time, it seems, the Music industry had grown drastically. We no longer fitted in a soulful, warm place like Berns, where it used to be back in the good old days. A place where you can feel the music and memories speaking to you thru the walls. I totally believe it´s true. You feel the vibe of a place and you act there after.Haha... Hrmmm...maybe it also was during that time where the TV audience started to complain about the artists being to drunk on national TV whilst receiving their prizes.:) But let me tell you....It has not become any better regarding that matter:). That´s just the way it is.

 And on the other hand, if you have been sitting having dinner since 4pm, the actual TV show starts at 8pm, and ends by 9.30. What do you expect? Those are long hours and many people to toast with that you have not seen for a long time.

So there I was again, 10 years since the last visit... entering the huge Globe Arena in Stockholm. Dinner served by long tables, at 4pm again, and...as I said earlier...those are long hours.

At 7pm doors open to welcome everybody in who had bought their own tickets.

Now it was my turn to feel like a monkey in the Zoo.  

Artists, record companies, publishers, producers and so on...sitting at their tables, left with a coffee cup and a glass of wine, surrunded by people from every where looking down at us from their hockey rink chairs.

 It´s the strangest thing. And you know it´s only one hour you have to wait until the show starts...  So the bottom line is not to create the best Grammy evening any longer. It´s all about doing a good TV show. 

Everything is done only to please the TV company. It´s a massive production. Not for free, since the dinner tickets are stupidly expensive. BUT, you shall feel honored that you where invited! 

I am curios to know how the Grammys work in the US. so therefore my new goal....a Grammy Nomination to see how they handle it:) haha..I wish.....

Anyway, 2 days ago I went to the Grammy Awards again, to once again try to change my somewhat blurry opinion of the Award.

My publishing company Kobalt invited me.  And yes, I felt honored.!! And Yes, They were the best of hosts!

This time located in a smaller hockey rink just along side of the bigger Globe Arena from a few years ago. But the same setup. 

Again. It is frustrating when you hear the Tv presentation say, "and now guys, you only have 2 hours left until the show starts" and you just finished your main course.  So, again.....these are long hours....

People run around in this kinda cold facility, from table to table, talking to each-other, going to the bar, walking up the stairs, heading to the rest rooms, stumbling back down, back to the bar, sitting down again, talking, drinking, enjoying, waiting, waiting, drinking, laughing. And suddenly, it´s showtime. 4 hours later. 

And after you read in the papers how rude people think it is that some of the artists were a bit to tipsy on the show. And then, only 2 hours more to go......

It might seem like a dream, to attend this kind of event. But I have to agree..I am a wining bitch. 

You see.... after you have done x amount of shows in general, the commercial breaks have a tendency to feel like forever. Most of us are not there for the TV show. We are there to meet each-other,talk , laugh, remember, create new possibilities,  support each-other and celebrate the nominees and the winners. This is our evening, this should be the Music industrys Christmas Eve.  To me it became an evening I will never forget. Not because of the good things, but because of a strange happening.  I was confronted by a big man dressed in black.

 Just like in the movies he secretly showed me his police tag and pulled me aside. Another woman came up to me and they started to ask me questions, because they suspected me to have taken drugs, and they wanted to test me. As the questions continued, I realized how incredibly nervous I had become. My heart replaced itself to my throat and I suddenly felt really guilty, but knowing that I am probably the one person that is the furthest away from that shit anyone can be. We spoke for a while, and I managed to talk myself out of the test. 

At first I only saw it from the humoristic side. Me??? caught by the drug police?? It was a joke!! Like my friend said: ", You????? of all people?? why?? you barely drink black tea because it´s unhealthy for you., I find this really touching.." and I could laugh with her, and every body else whom I shared with. 

But then I realized, shit..this IS really serious stuff, and my question still is, What the heck where they doing there? at that time? At the Grammy Awards? Destroying the evening for certain people they suspected??They probably have the right to be there, of course, other wise they would not have appeared, but it is just so un-tasteful and absurd. Don´t get me wrong. I dislike drugs. I have seen enough people in my life being destroyed by them so they are not on my list. But, still.....It became a big thing here in Sweden, a certain producer, whom they also caught just minutes before he was about to enter stage on live TV to receive his Grammy. He was totally pissed off, and I understand him.  There is always a right moment for everything, and trying to catch suspected drug users on the Grammy Awards during live TV is probably not the best place. 

Come on, this is a small country. Everybody knows everybody, and you can easily find out where people live. Why not pay a home visit instead if they wanted to?

 Helping me out to be even more sceptic to an already confused Award Show ain´t doing no good .

I wonder if they have drug police at the US Grammys as-well?? Will they push  Timberlake and Madonna aside to ask them to do a drugtest because they look like they have taken something? Don´t think so.