William Schaff interprets Lotta

Let me introduce to you: The Schaff project! This is my Lotta as a papercut!

Lovely package

Things always look better when they arrive in a lovely cover. If you agree, this might be something worth checking out.

Mozza on meat

Nobody can come up with a good argument for eating animals.

Mozza’s legacy edition

My relationship with Morrissey has definitely lightened up since The legacy edition. Hearing Southpaw grammar all over again, with the songs in a completely crazy order, reminds me once again why I think it’s the most underrated record of Mozza’s.

Honey, you know where to find me

Finally, Honey, you know where to find me has ended up on a record and is being released for real! Honey is probably my all time all genre favorite song ever, it’s my life in a nutshell, and so you can imagine the ecstatic happiness.

Lotta, here to stay

The fantastic breeder of whom we bought Blixa has decided to offer me and Niklas… well, basically, she has offered us Lotta – the honor and privilege to give Lotta a loving and caring home.

Permanently lonely

Though no one (nothing! ever!) could possibly top Timi Yuro’s own version of Permanently lonely I have to say I was more than a little bit surprised and happy to find this song on Phosphorescent’s latest record. I love any band that covers such an amazing song.

Spotify! + Pony club!

You might’ve heard Pony club thanks to Morrissey’s Songs to save your life where their Single is featured. I listened to them fanatically a few years ago and I definitely think you should give them a listen. No, I will not give you a Spotify playlist, I am not that geeky yet.

Weekend adventures

Another fabulous weekend is over and done and it reminds me of how beautiful this world can be and how fabulous and amazing friends I have.

One year on (many more to come)

This day, April 19, a year ago I promised Niklas to love (not honor) him for as long as I live over Oscar Wilde’s dead body. Though it might’ve been a cliché to pop the question in Paris, I don’t think it counts as a cliché doing it at a cemetery – and why not, Père Lachaise is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been to.