For the last five years we´ve been trying to find the women who came before us. Digging in archives and records, making interviews, we´ve managed to find the singing and fiddle playing mothers, sisters and daughters that have held the tradition alive by handing on the tunes to their sons who got recognized for it throughout music history getting all the attention in books and papers.
A while back I spent years as a hitch-hiking street musician. Right before moving back to Sweden I was in this two-sided void, hanging in the air in between two completely different worlds.
There are three songs I've written that represent that time. One of the song has been sitting with me for almost 10 years, and just keeps coming back in different shapes.
They are reflections of moving on from my life as that seed following the wind wherever it would take me. Today I am a mother, wife and vegetable farmer. Doesn't get more rooted than that. What happened?
The songs tell this story. And now it’s time to set them free, release them and move on to all the new stories being written.
