Rehearsal studios are difficult. They are either too cramped or too dirty, or both. Too many bands sharing the same studio with different agendas and taste in music. Beer cans and snus are spread around the room.

So I found this little spot just outside the city. It is not the most sound proof of studios, hell no. When the neighbouring bands starts to play I either have to turn up the volume to maximum or, as happens in most cases, I leave. But during daytime and early mornings during the weekends it is bliss having the place. For the last year or so I have shared it with Jonas and really, it was ok. Jonas does not drink beer in the studio and he plays the guitar. Brilliant. We get on just fine. Jonas is actually the only co-writing person on the album: we wrote Sundrenched Seasons together in this place. First he played this sad little tune in minor and I sang something ever more sad to it.  We had that tune for ages and it didn’t get anywhere. Then one day we decided to just write a chorus to it. Jonas played something and I said change this chord and that chord. Then he went home and I wrote the melody and the lyrics. I didn’t have to look very long for it. It just came. Anyway, today Jonas decided to move out and once again, I am alone. All alone.