1993 a band took form in my friend Clemens’ bedroom. Drums, keys, guitars, amps, five guys, a PA system. We crammed it all into that tiny space. Hiphop, the sound of my childhood, had been totally off my radar for years. Now it felt like an unwritten story. Dr Dre was paving the way at the time. But we felt like Prince or George Clinton, taking all the music we loved and scribbling it down in this newfound diary. Everyday we were funkin’, only we didn’t know how. The band became our academy. The basic research. When we split up some years later we had evolved into musicians.
We lived in the quintessential collective daydream that a young person commit to only once; The struggling band. The last song we released was ”Faggot Brain” on a label we called Delusions of Grandeur. Very accurate.
I haven’t made music with singer Diplomatic since. For 17 years.
I still relapse into daydreaming, where I picture myself among big stars. What if this, what if that. And then I connect again with my own reality; My friends, the Scanian soil. Everyday I compose, produce, arrange, conduct, perform, explore. Maybe my contribution to music is happening where I’m standing right now. Not in a daydream far away.
Last month me and Diplomatic met again in the studio a did a track. The process was fluent. We ended up with a song that sounded just like our old band Poetized. Only with some 20 years of life later. And Diplomatic as poetic as ever.
PRAYER WALKER
natural
nocturnal
prayer walker
through the infernal
I´m a
candle burner
path eternal
soul blue eye
Joe Lynn Turner
International school of Helsinki
Central Park West deep inside of me
representing my country
I never did know
then moving on to Karlaplan
bus 94 through my hood at dawn
dungeons and dragons under parquet floors
Gyp Casino ran the record store
natural
nocturnal
prayer walker
through the infernal
I´m a
candle burner
path eternal
soul blue eye
Joe Lynn Turner
when the truth
begins to show
We choose where we will go
prayer walker
night rockers
prayers walker
here come the night rockers
A knight under fire
with St Lars my squire
no guiding light home
only a burning desire
Cellblock H left me cold at night
with the national anthem
white noise
TV light
nowadays
they call it
Crime City
but it´s really
Rock Island
and it used to be
on my hoodie
but where I´m from
I won´t really know
until our hearts begins to show
Voz Vibrante 