Tag: peter joback

  • I Love Musicals

    There was a moment of pure joy this morning at work when I noticed a package from Sweden in my in-tray. A few weeks ago on a whim I purchased t-shirt promoting the new album for Peter Jöback. Peter’s name is a little hard to find, being found only the sleeve of the t-shirt.… Read the rest “I Love Musicals”

  • Peter Jöback in Nyköping

    Peter Jöback in Nyköping

  • Peter Jöback in Nyköping

    Peter Jöback in Nyköping

    I first discovered Peter Jöback through the musical, “Kristina från Duvemåla”. He was one of the musical’s main characters and sang one of the show’s most popular songs, “Guldet blev til sand” (The Gold Turns To Sand).

    Since then, thanks to my friend Grant, I’ve been introduced to a lot more of Peter’s works.… Read the rest “Peter Jöback in Nyköping”

  • East Side Stories

    East Side Stories

    It’s Wednesday, so of course I went to the pub.

    However, I’ve also spent a fair bit of the day and night listening to the new CD by Peter Jöback, “East Side Stories”. Wow. What an amazing CD. Peter sings wish such an incredible passion.

    I’ve heard him sing in English and Swedish, and I saw him perform live last year in Stockholm with Eva Dahlgren, but this is the best thing I’ve ever heard him do.… Read the rest “East Side Stories”

  • Melancholy Baby

    Melancholy Baby

    I don’t exactly know how it happened, but it’s happened: sometime in the last week or so I became addicted to Swedish pop-jazz-rock group, Bo Kaspers Orkester. This, of course, replaces my previous week’s addition to the work of Swedish pop singer, Magnus Carlsson. One of the things I really love about Magnus is his perfect diction.… Read the rest “Melancholy Baby”

  • Crying At The Discoteque

    After years of listening to Swedish pop via record, CD, downloads and, more recently Youtube, I have now listened, watched, experienced, and danced to it, in its natural environment.

    I went out last night to Lino. Although as an Australian I was tempted to refer to it as “lie-no”, of course it’s actually “lee-no”.… Read the rest “Crying At The Discoteque”