As our work email system is down this morning (the first morning in two years when I actually made it to the office before nine in the morning), I have a few minutes for writing my blog. It has been a hectic week which is the reason for the silence during the past few days.
Another declaration of love coming up. There´s the Swedish glam-o-rama band The Ark (which is strongly on the way of representing Sweden in the Eurovision Song Contest). There´s is the over-the-top pop of Scissor Sisters. There´s the analytical, flamboyant, complex and vain Rufus Wainwright. And then there is Mika.
I found Mika last week. A day after I started playing his music a friend of mine called me. The phone discussion went as follows:
- I have found an artist for you.
- You mean Mika?
- Damn! You heard of him already. I heard his music this week and my first thought was: this is Tommi´s music.
He was right. Mika is my cycling soundtrack to the office. I am trying to control myself at the moment because on the first Mika day I was so excited and energised about the music that I started speeding and speeding up which resulted to nearly being hit by a car and nearly running over a woman jogging in the park. Music is dangerous.
And if you have no idea what I am talking about, check the video of the song Grace Kelly on YouTube. I love the lyrics:
"I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I´ve gone identity mad!"
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