Life and Art
Opposite to a dramatist or novelist, a songwriter often feeds on his/her own daily experiences and personal situation. The songs mirror what happens in your life, and the resulting lyrics in their final matured form influence back on the listeners' conception of life. The listener - so to say - mirrors your life experiences expressed in the song in his/her own life, learning and understanding their own situation emotionally and in-tellectually through the song. That is, if they care about the lyrics at all :-).
Guess, you wouldn't be reading this introduction, if sincere lyrics and music didn't mean anything to you. Thus you must be my ideal listener, seeing your own face in the mirror of my songs. So dear friend, welcome to my second volume of yearly song collections, a tradition started in 2001.
2002 - a Year of Strange Revelations
Learning that I had Tourette's syndrome myself in May 2002 came as a total surprise to me. Tourette's syndrome is a neurological disorder, mostly known for its characteristic tics (fast movement of the eyes, snorting, shrugging the shoulder), but the disorder also means frightful hallucinations, sleeplessness, obsessions and aggression. It seems that I have had it since childhood, though I have managed - as a grownup - to control my tics almost totally up till now. When I realized what was wrong with me, suppressed pictures of my schooldays suddenly flooded my memory. For several months I had to carefully examine my life and place the Tourette parts in the correct boxes. The process was at the same time extremely painful and releasing. What I have learned over the summer and autumn of 2002, has given my life a new meaning, and I don't regret learning the truth of myself being a mentally handicapped person. I can cope as long as I'm a good father and a good songwriter.
And the songs came like avalanches starting with the furious song about my father "Black Car" and finally ending with the contemplative ballad to my son, "Sweet Child". The songs in this 2002 collection reflect my life and my situation, but they are written for you, too, dear listener. Even if you are not a Tourette patient, you do have a childhood and maybe kids yourself. My son Lukas could be your son. My daddy deserting me in the hour of want could be your father or mother. Regard my songs this year as short stories or diary entries. They are rudiments of life, fear and love. They are my life and yours.