Lovely Love

"Lovely Love".
My song of the day.
It is taken from my forthcoming album and it can be heard at blood music's myspace page.

It was recorded live at this vintage analogue-studio some months back

The name of the studio is Up and Running and it's located in Aspudden,Stockholm.

So,it's a hymn to love?
Perhaps.
Most likely..

It features Andreas "bubben" Söderström on bass guitar.
By coincidence, actually.
Sara Wilson was to play the bass, but since she was in a hurry that day and had to run to something, Bubben picked up the bass...

James Huggins the 3rd on drums. Normally, you'll find him drumming/singing etc in the splendid popband Of Montreal
I told him to play like a robot.
"That's one thing I can't do", he said.
And when I think about it, it's horrible to tell people to act like robots...

I am singing the song. Playing the piano and stringmachine.

Sara came back from whatever she was doing and sang some beautiful backing vocals on the song.

So, did Lina Langendorf. She handled the saxophone as well.

Tuomas Hakava did not just record the whole shebang. He played the guitar at the same time!

The song will be released on an extremely limited & rare cdr-ep this weekend in Edinburgh...
There will probably be one or two copies and I will make sure they fall into some good hands.
But as said before, it will also be on the coming Blood Music album "threeep's".

There will twelve songs living in that cd.
They're all brothers & sisters, although some of them are more alike than others...

I am really happy about this album, because it was some sort of experiment for me.

I wanted to go in and record a lot of music, with a lot of friends. In the quickest and most spontaneous way possible.
And since I already have songs planned for the next album recording sessions in august (album no 3), I had to write some of these ones rather quick...And these songs don't lie.
No editing or computering have been done.
This is blood music in the end of 2006 and in the beginning of 2007.
No less. No more.
I wish you a great summer.
I'm going to Edinburgh now.
That is one hell of a city.
Take care / karl jonas

dear, Cass!

Dear, Cass!
I don't know you. At all.
Haven't seen a picture of you either, so your looks is totally unknown to me.
And not that important.

More important is, that you and your music mean a whole lot to me.

Last night, way past midnight, I was sitting by the window, looking out.
Thinking.
I haven't done that in quite some time.
Some plain, old thinking.
It may sound stupid, but it's actually true.
I sat there thinking about things that happened a long time ago. Like what made me what I am today....And things that just happened last week or probably will happen soon.
Weird parallells were drawn to this and that.

The quiet street outside the window was completely dark.
I spotted a cat. I've seen him/her before, but I'm not that sure if the cat have seen me.

I was listening to your music.
At first, not by choice...No, It was the stereo who played a trick on me.
Skipped a lot of things and decided to play a bunch of yours.
I haven't heard the songs in a while.

Always liked them a lot, but there, by the window, in the dark, they re-appeared more beautiful than ever.
"Cuckoo" was echoing and I wanted to open the window and blast the stereo and let your voice flow down the street.
I did not, because there is a crack in the window and I fear the whole thing will fall down next time I open it up.
"What isn't nature" almost made me cry and I was not at all in the crying mode.
"My master" made me do a little stupid dance by myself and I just love it when you have to do that, even though you know it probably looks incredibly silly.
"opium flower" - oh...I could go on and list all of your songs...
Between the songs, I heard the yellow cat in a fight. It sounded really serious and after that he was gone for weeks.
.
Anyway, I want to thank you for making music that is not pushy.
Not going the easiest way all the time.
Music which doesn't demand to be loved immediately, but will get you sooner or later.
Music, which I carry with me.
Thank you.

words, don't fail me now...

I...can't....speak...right...now.
Can I get back later?

No.
Sometimes, it's too late to get back.

I hate it when it's too late.
I hate it when people don't get back.
I hate hate.

I got a really encouraging mail from one of the biggest record labels around.
They wanted to know more about blood music.
They wanted to hear more too...

And I was surprised. How come they care?
I was a bit moved, by the fact.

But I haven't answered them.
And now it's been quite some time.
I just don't know why, but I can't find one single word to write them.

I guess, I like the fact that they cared and was interested.
And I'm fine with that.
I don't want to send them things and then hear nothing from them.
Where's the self confidence when you need it?

I don't know, I'm not myself these days.
I'm thinking of quitting playing music.
There's already too many people doing it and there's too many dreamers being frustrated by things not going in the right directions...

I want to do music which makes a difference.
Exciting and not predictable.

But I'm not sure I am walking that path.
And if I'm not, can I go back and do it all over again?

Oh, these words are not making any sense at all.

I wish I lived in a house by the sea.
Not in need of anything.
Not dreaming of achieving things.
Not searching for things.
Just content.
Taking each day as it comes.
And i wouldn't care about my hair getting grey and my belly getting bigger...
I would feed the birds and write a postcard or two to dear and beloved friends.
And not spend all my days in front of the computer.

What's the matter with me?

I hope the feeling is gone when I wake up in the morning.

may 2007

I'm new here.

That's the title of a mighty fine song by smog (from the brilliant album "A river ain't too much to love")
It is in my ears at the moment. I suppose it's my song of the day.

Like I said, I'm new here.
My name is Karl Jonas.
I don't know much about blogging, but then again...what do I know much about?

Hopefully, I will be learning this game quickly and give you some news,updates, hot gossip, truths, lies and other necessary things concerning Blood Music.

You know, Blood Music is basically me. My solo-project. But now and then (and again) I get saved by dear, talented friends helping out on different instruments. Here's one:


He's called Andreas Söderström. A wizard when it comes to guitarplaying.
Especially the fingerpicking style. In Blood Music though, he barely touches any strings. When he walks into the blood music house, he concentrates on horns and harmonium. And the way he does it? sweet music!
He can be found in a lot of bands/constellations. But
ass is his solo-project. Last year he released a splendid debut-album which is highly recommended.

What more? He's handsome and in need of a girlfriend.
His house was on fire earlier this year.
Look what fire can do to an innocent sitar...


What more?
He can whistle like no other.
We call him "bubben".
And he rules.