Posts with tag ”sweden”
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Autumn in Gothenburg
There’s a certain kind of silence that creeps into Gothenburg when October hits. The tourists are gone. The summer optimism packed up and shipped off like the last ferry to Denmark.
Henry Rollins at Way Out West 2016
Way Out West has settled into its role as one of those dependable summer rituals. A weekend where thousands willingly queue for overpriced falafel, wear ironic footwear and consume enough Aperol Spritz to keep the canals of Venice topped up.
Yet another year at Way Out West 2015
Time for yet another visit to Way Out West, the annual outdoor city festival in Gothenburg. At first the lineup seemed a bit sparse, but it actually turned out to be great.
Autumn in Stockholm
Suddenly I find myself spending the autumn months in Stockholm, a cold but beautiful city. Even though I’ve been here countless times during the last three decades, I still find new places and I enjoy exploring the crooked alleys and hidden paths lurking around the corners.
Nine Inch Nails back on tour
Several years ago, I found myself ankle-deep in mud at Arvikafestivalen, rain dripping down my neck while thousands of soaked disciples stared into the industrial storm that is Trent Reznor.
Historic locations in Gothenburg
Gothenburg isn’t just pretty facades and canals. It’s a city built on commerce, ambition and ruin, and if you know where to look, you’ll feel the ghosts of those exploits. Walk these stones, climb those stairs and let the wind from the river remind you that Gothenburg didn’t happen by accident.
Kalabalik festival in Alvesta
I spent the weekend at an old amusement park in the deepest forests of Småland. It sounds like the plot of a bad zombie-splatter movie, but it was even better.
Hultsfred the zombie festival
Hultsfredsfestivalen is the annual event that died last year but somehow got resurrected by the Scorpio necromancers to once more lay waste to the shores of lake Hulingen.
The bastions of Gothenburg
Back in 1624, Gothenburg looked less like a city and more like someone had drawn a ring of steel around a vulnerable prize. The Swedes with Dutch engineers in tow began laying down bastions.
Sun and mud at Arvikafestivalen
Arvikafestivalen has always been a gamble with the weather. You arrive expecting one thing and leave having survived another. One moment the Swedish sun is doing its best impression of the Sahara, baking thousands of pale Scandinavians dressed in black and paler than Marilyn Manson.