I am not a musician, but I love dreams and dreamdays.
I bought an accordion on a market in Warsaw almost three years ago. To buy an accordion had been a dream of mine for many years. When I saw this Russian accordion, almost half covered in snow on the ground, I knew what I had to do. The man with red cheeks was quick in giving me a good price, and a few minutes later, I walked away with a big black bag in my hands.
It was a struggle to get it back home, and to try and play on it, but it has been a source of energy for me eversince. Everytime I pick it up, I am reminded of that day, and about trying to fulfill my dreams. This picture is taken in my favorite café Java Joes, in Albuquerque, New Mexico. This is the first time I played on my accordion in public. After bringing this accordon back to Sweden again, it broke on the plane, and the recording I have made here is with a slightly damaged sound from my little flat in Göteborg. But I still wanted to record the sound and this song that I first played at Java Joes.
With me on this picture is Fiddle Bill, he uses to play the violin at Java Joes, and the day I was playing, he happened to be around and we started to try to play a little together. It was a very nice experience to actually pick up my accordion and start playing in the café. I was very close to just not pick it up from the bag, and just take another sip from the coffee and pretend I had nothing in my bag, but then I finally picked it up. It was fantastic to fill a room with my a part of my myself and look at the reactions on people´s faces.
When I play, I try to make up a song as I play. It usually works pretty ok, when I am in the mood and when I am alone. But as soon as I connect a microphone, I get terrified and start making mistakes after mistakes, and my inspiration is gone…