We’re late arriving after getting stuck at the Norway/Sweden border in the middle of the night due to a closed customs post. The day is gloomy and very wet. I meet a lovely music writer called Anders who is just off the plane from New York and we have a long chat about music. He tells me a little about the impending newly elected right wing government. Though the votes are still being counted, it seems certain that a coalition of wankers will take power. He mentions the word Nazi. Sweden, for Christ’s sake.
The rain eases after dinner and I have a brief gad about. The club is by a body of water called Årstaviken and the neighbourhood is a middle-class residential zone with people in puffa jackets walking ridiculous ornamental hounds, some of whom wear similar attire. Put them in a stew and be done with it. I pass a tiny bookshop holding a reading for about ten people, the host and author passing a completely unnecessary microphone between them. I climb some rough granite steps to the tall brick Högalid church, under renovation and set in pretty grounds. Later I sit by the water in Drakenbergsparken and let darkness fall around me as joggers crunch past. There are midges swarming about and I feel the odd nip. A speedboat cruises by as the blue patches of sky whiten behind ripped tissues of cloud. I hear a helicopter overhead and sail boats clinking at the quay. Darkness descends like a gloved hand. I walk out on a little pier and admire the city in the twilight. A lone duck comes quacking up like a comedy. I don’t quack back.
As I head for home a jogger pounds past me on the pier, mounts a little platform at the end and dives in. He climbs out and repeats several times. He’s a fucking lunatic. I wonder who he voted for?
5 Responses to “Stockholm”
I was in Stornoway harbour yesterday and there were quacking ducks. I quacked back – seemed rude not to. I think they were quite pleased, but I don’t have the Gaelic, so not sure they understood.
Always enjoying your texts, waiting for the third book of captured moments of tour dates. Debaser was spot on for Del’s and the sound was perfect. Btw Anders is right.
“Darkness descends like a gloved hand…”just(in)made my day ;)
Sometimes I wonder, do all those beautiful words fall like rain into your head, as well as the souls into your heart?
Looking forward to seeing you in Munich!
Thanks for referring to me as “lovely”. The feeling is mutual. Very nice chat. Many thanks for a great gig, and sorry about the weather.
And, yes, I’m ashamed of our voters …
Funny. I always thought you were someone who quacks back. In the dark.