When the Germans left, I thought that I wouldn’t have to listen to the country radio station anymore. But, turns out, the Austrian girls also liked country. So, with the argument that I was the only one with a rain coat, I volunteered to do all the paddocks, outside, in the pouring rain. But don’t think that I’m that altruistic. You see, that far away from the radio, I could listen to my own music instead, in my mp3-player. So my three last days of working didn’t turn out that bad, in spite of the rain.
I listened through Annika Norlin’s entire discography. God I love that woman. She’s such a master lyricist. And then, once the last odd Hello Saferide single was over, the player contnued on to Håkan Hellström. When the crazy Brazilian drums in “Mitt Gullbergs kaj paradis” started beating in my headphones, I couldn’t help it. I started dancing, it was impossible not to. With the rake as my partner. Junior must have thought I’d lost it, he looked at me as if I were an UFO or something else questionable.
I must have been fifteen when Håkan’s second record came and I listened to it like crazy, but now I hadn’t heard it for years. It was a wonderful morning. That energy. I was happy all day after that.
Katja Malmborg 