"Which came first?"

Giving My Bones to the Western Lands“What came first, the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person? This quote from Nick Hornby's book "High Fidelity" describes the complex interplay between music and mindset. The quote continues: "People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.” Sad songs have been the soundtrack of my life. I have been exposed to an unhealthy dose of miserable music. Probably more than most people can take. This may look like self-harm from the perspective of others, a type of flagellant-style suffering. And furthermore, if the above quote is true for pop music then it must be even more true when it comes to gothic country music, where the suffering is a bottomless pit. I don't take people who like "happy music" seriously. For me, this is a clear indication of a very limited emotional setup and range. But, there is a paradox. Sad song makes you happy, read more here (opens in a new window). It's both compatible and acceptable to walk down the street with a smile on your face humming a murder ballad.  


"How to sell a property with a squatter inside"

Giving My Bones to the Western Lands"How to sell a property with a squatter inside". This short headline caught my attention when it appeared in the news feed. I read with interest. Getting rid of a squatter is easier said than done. Squatters have rights too and may in some legal systems claim right over the property. This is known as adverse possession. In most legal systems the rightful property owner cannot remove the squatter without prior order from a court. There's a difference between trespassing and squatting. Trespassing is entering without the consent of the owner and squatting is moving into an abandoned or unused house. There are some do's and dont's; get legal representation, alert the relevant authorities, start the eviction process and stick to the manual. It's important that steps are taken in the right order. Don't take the law in your own hands. Squatting is uncommon in Sweden. Nevertheless, a squatting story hit the news in 2021 and a remarkable background story unfolded. We will start from the beginning. Banker Gunnar Kassman, Ivar Kreuger's closest man, had Villa Kassman rebuilt from an old stonehouse around 1910. The property lies on Storholmen, a small island just north of Stockholm, and can be reached by commuter boat line 80. I have been there myself. On the outside, looking in. Villa Kassman is an amazing castle-like building, 700 square meters and consists of 24 rooms divided into a main building and two wings, with garden and dams. There is fame and there is notoriety. Villa Kassman appeared in a Swedish documentary about Freedom Movement (Frihetsrörelsen). The beautiful property was used as a training camp for right-wing conspiracy theorists. They had found strength and comradeship in a male community and were bending their bodies and doing handstands, all in the name of the cause.

Giving My Bones to the Western LandsThe Kassman banking business went belly up in the beginning of 1920s. The property was converted into a boarding house. During WWII the Soviet Embassy rented the house. During this time the buildings, garden and dams fell into disrepair. The property was sold in 1949, but was not taken into possession. The buyer, a pharmacist, was namely pronounced deranged and the purchase did not go through. The house stood empty and fell deeper into disrepair. 1962 it was sold to a manufacturer who only used it as a summer house for over 30 years. In 1997 Villa Kassman was sold again. And finally, in 2021 it was sold to Tobias Appelö, a then 40-year old real estate developer. The price was 2,3 million dollars. And, here is when the story gets interesting. When the new owner came to take the property into possession he found a man in the house who refused to leave. It was Leif R. Carlsson, a former hockey player and "entrepreneur". He claimed that he had a verbal agreement with the seller, Nils Andersson (also a former hockey player and later coach). In 1997, the two men had bought the property together. Their goal was to make money of the property when Stockholm hosted the 2004 Olympic Game. However, Stockholm never got the games. The capital never stood a chance. No money were made. Allegedly, Nils Andersson paid for all costs, interest rates on loans as well as heating, water, sewage and waste collection. In 2005, Leif R. Carlsson was bought out by Nils Andersson. Leif R. Carlsson remained on the property. In 2011, the property was up for sale again, but never sold. Probably for its huge renovation needs in combination with being classified as cultural-historical irreplaceable.

Giving My Bones to the Western LandsIn 2016, the two entrepreneurs Leif R. Carlsson and Nils Andersson took initiative to a bold and daring project which was presented on a chaotic press conference with more questions than answers. A Swedish hockey team, Crowns, would be introduced in the KHL (Kontinental Hockey League, founded in 2008 with teams based in Russia, Belarus, Kazakhstan and China). According to Leif R. Carlsson the financing of 12 million dollars was already granted. There was only one tiny detail, an approval was required from the Swedish Ice Hockey Association - something the project did not get. The project is on ice (no pun intended) and the financing is gone (if it ever existed). Back to the legal dispute. The new owner Tobias Appelö applied for judicial assistance from the Enforcement Authority in May 2021, but it was rejected. In September, however, the Enforcement Authority got a green light to evict Leif R. Carlsson after a default judgment in the Stockholm district court. Leif R. Carlsson didn't show up in court. According to him, the summons to court letter disappeared after a burglary. The dog ate my homework. On October 19, 2021 Leif R. Carlsson was evicted. There were police officers, Enforcement Authority officials and a locksmith present. The latter changed the locks. Everything went smoothly. Leif R. Carlsson immediately appealed the eviction, but it was denied. Leif R. Carlsson had to pay $9 500 in legal costs. The hockey game was over. Well, not entirely over. The new owner had become tired of the process and actually contemplated to sell the property. But ultimately changed his mind. The plan is to restore the house to its former glory, which is good. The house is in a bad shape. Many things needs to be fixed; exterior, damp damage, restoration of wallpaper and the replacement of floors. The total renovation cost is estimated to 4 million dollars (almost twice the purchase price). However, the new owner seems to have missed the fact that the property is classified as cultural-historical irreplaceable or just took a chance. He sent a request for a new local plan to the environment and urban planning office in the muncipality. The plan was to build 10 rental cabins, ice cream stand, canoe rental, sauna and new boat facility. Adding to this, a school alternatively a padel tennis court. The local authorities quickly and bluntly said no.     

 

"World Goth Day"

Giving My Bones to the Western LandsTomorrow is World Goth Day. We are living in a world where there is a day for everything, for example Cinnamon Bun Day. A day for goths is against this background only fair and motivated. It's "a day where the goth scene gets to celebrate its own being, and an opportunity to make its presence known to the rest of the world." Amen to that. World Goth Day originated in the UK in 2009 from a smaller scale celebration of the gothic subculture. It celebrates many aspects, by fashion shows, art exhibitions and music performances. The gothic spectrum is broad and permissive from gothic rock to gothic country. With a benign interpretation, I'm an influencer within a narrow field. A distinct style of clothing and appearance is associated with goths. Some goths wear dark clothing and pale makeup. The history of goth can be traced back to 1764, when writer, art historian and politician among other things Horace Walpole published "The Castle of Otranto," with the subtitle "A Gothic Story". Gothic horror was regarded as a pleasing extension of romantic literature. It alludes to the romance of the darker aspects of life in many ways, built on the aesthetic of fear and haunting. People mistake goths for those who are obsessed with death, horror and all things morbid. Of course, this can be the case. But, a lot of non-goth-looking people have a soft spot for gothic litterature, art and music. My personal experience is that you can't tell from the outside what's going on in the inside. There are goths and there are goths. I don't look like The Cure's Robert Smith. I'm a preppy goth wearing small checkered shirts. And Oxfords and Brogues. Still goth.      


"The missing six (is actually two)"

Giving My Bones to the Western LandsNeil Young refused to re-release six of his albums on cd. He hated the format intensely. In fact, he hated it so much that he allegedly held six of his album as "hostage", which are often called "the missing six". The albums were Journey Through The Past (1972), Time Fades Away (1973), On The Beach (1974), American Stars & Bars (1976), Hawks & Doves (1980) and RE-ACT-OR (1981). The cd copies that were in circulation were all unofficial releases, read more here (opens in a new window). Young's cd animosity is well documented. When the cd format became standard, Neil Young refused to accept it. He strongly believed that there were better formats available at the time, for example DVD-audio. There is a difference between being right and getting right. You can compare Neil Young's futile attempt with the video "format war" including Betamax and VHS formats. Betamax was technicallly better, but VHS ultimately emerged as the preeminent format. The best isn't always right. Nevertheless, a couple of questions remain hanging in the air: First, why just these six albums? Neil Young released the rest of his catalogue on cd. Second, why were four of the "missing six" (On The Beach, American Stars & Bars, Hawks & Doves and RE-ACT-OR) later released without any comment or explanation? Third, why are Journey Through The Past and Time Fades Away still missing? So many questions, so few answers. We should use Occam's razor as problem-solving principle. This principle recommends searching for explanations constructed with the smallest possible set of elements. Stop looking for deep, enigmatic or complicated explanations. This is just what happens when an artist is both principled and erratic. Eat a peach. 


"Dad Horse at Badehaus Berlin"

Giving My Bones to the Western LandsI'm slowly crossing items off my bucket list. People who know me also know that there are no bungy jumps, hot air balloon rides or exotic travel destinations on the list. Just the simple, but important, things in life. Like authentic music. Two weeks ago, I went on a weekend trip to Berlin with two friends. Our main focus was to visit beer gardens and maybe see some sights in between. A fortunate coincidence occured. The Dad Horse Experience played at Badehaus Berlin on April 22th. Badehaus Berlin is located in the RAW-Gelände in Friedrichshain (in former East Germany). RAW "Reichsbahnausbesserungswerk" (approximately Railway Repair Workshop) was built in 1867. In 1999 the RAW complex was turned into bars, clubs, restaurants, an outdoor cinema, a climbing wall, an indoor skate park, a flea market, artists' workshops, concert halls and recording studios. To stroll around in the middle of abandoned hangars full of graffiti and huge murals is definitely outside my comfort zone. But, my friends are more open-minded and daring than I am. We didn't know were Badehaus exactly was located. Much to our surprise, it was located just opposite Cassiopeia, a beer garden in the RAW area, where we have spent the afternoon waiting for the concert to begin. Apparently, beer gardens thrives everywhere in Germany. Badehaus was the actual bathhouse for the workers of the RAW. The venue looked a bit rough around the edges from the outside. But, inside it's neat and tidy, and well organized. A proper stage, professional sound and light system, and a friendly bar. Former Permanent Secretary of the Swedish Academy Horace Engdahl has said that "Germany is Sweden for adults". I agree in his assessment. Art, culture and music (including musicians) are far more respected and treated better than elsewhere. The ticket price was ridiculously low, 20 euro. The concert was supported by NEUSTART KULTUR, a federal government program for the culture and media sector. Funding is provided, among other things, for pandemic-related investments and projects in various cultural sectors.

Giving My Bones to the Western LandsWe are in Germany. Punctuality is of the essence: "Early is On Time, On Time is Late, and Late is Unacceptable". The opening act was Trixie Trainwreck a.k.a. Trinity Sarrat, an American who moved to Berlin when she was 18 years old. Not bad, but we more interested in the headliner, The Dad Horse Experience a.k.a. Dad Horse Ottn. He used to perform solo with just tenor banjo, foot pedal synthesizer and kazoo. Nowadays, TDHE has been expanded to a full band (Dad Horse XP). This night Dad Horse was supported by guitar, bass and drums. The transition from solo arrangement to a more full soundscape works very well. One odd thing, I have never seen a bent dry clean hanger being used as a kazoo holder before. Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. The songs were delivered in a furious pace. I think I heard: Find My Body Down, Dead Dog on a Highway, Schwarz Grün Weiss, Ganz war ich nie, Huggy Bear Motel, Reach Out Your Hand, Kingdom It Will Come, Cuxhaven and the encore, Falling. The performance was peppered with banter as well as jokes and stories from real life. However, my "school" German wasn't sufficient enough to decipher the talk between the songs. I never fully mastered the accusative and dative case. It didn't matter. Dad Horse switched between German and English, just as the lyrics in his songs. The total number of attendees were around 100. The audience was mixed, a couple of young goths, music lovers and some seniors. I count myself in the two latter categories. Overall, a great performance with a lot of energy. Adding to this, good sound quality and light setting. I will probably never be able to cross over "Eating Meatballs on a Blood-Stained Matress in a Huggy Bear Motel" on my bucket list. But, I did get a chance to chat with the artist. Dad Horse was very nice and friendly, and gave me a kazoo. When we left the RAW-Gelände area it was overtaken, in masses, by the younger generation. It was time to retire for the night.  


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