I am such a sucker for love, so naturally, I am obsessed with the guy who is still obsessed with the girl who left him. And why shouldn't he be? She was the love of his life. I'm not making any sense, sorry. The guy I'm referring to is Danish singer Rasmus Seebach who stole my heart last year. He's released a new album and of course it's brilliant! I am not the least bit ashamed to admit that I consider Danish one of the absolute sexiest languages out there. It makes me wish my Danish worked just as awesome outside my head as it does inside it.
Anywhoo, I wanted to share a little something which he wrote in regards to his song "Nangijala". (For the millionth time, I would like to point out that my translation skills are pretty non-existent.)
"I feel like I would like to attach a comment to this song.
There are many of us who sometimes fear what happens when we close our eyes - What will happen to me? Will I wake up again? Will you still be here when I wake up?
Since I have become an ambassador for the Children's Cancer Foundation, I've been lucky enough to get to spend some time with the most wonderful kids. Both the children and their loved ones often ask themselves the questions mentioned above. The happy times with the kids at the National Hospital and the time with Cecilie and Filippa in their homes, was the inspiration to write a song that might bring hope to ANYONE who is afraid of what might happen when the lights go off.
Thank you to Astrid Lindgren for bringing me peace when I was a child and afraid of the dark.
And to Cecilie and Philippa [sic] I just want to say, "See you in Nangijala".
- Rasmus Seebach"
It's me again. Now, I know that Astrid Lindgren's stories have been translated to about a million different languages, and spread worldwide, but I have no idea which stories have spread. Except Pippi Longstocking (who's called Pippi Långstrump in Swedish. You're welcome.). So I feel it necessary to point out that Nangijala is the place where people go when they die. It's from Astrid's story "Bröderna Lejonhjärta" (a title which my fingers just epically fucked up by pressing n instead of t, thus making "heart" mean "brain" instead... I'm so sorry!). It's a story that I've always avoided because I remember being terrified of it as a child. Every kid in Sweden has probably cried their eyes out to the tale of these brothers. I don't remember much of the plot, to be honest. But anywhoo, Nangijala has helped a lot of kids understand and accept death, and I think that's beautiful.
I will always - always, always, always - claim to have been born at the perfect time. Not only in terms of technology - we've seen the revolution! - but because we grew up watching all of Astrid Lindgren's stories come to life on TV. But the main blessing in all this is that I am a part of the last generation to have lived side by side with Astrid Lindgren. I still remember the headlines on the newspapers when she passed away. She was one cool lady. She should've won the goddamn Nobel Prize! And I think she'd be mortified to see how society is raising kids these days (yeah yeah yeah, I'm an old hag...). She didn't shelter them, she didn't patronize them, she saw their beauty and their intelligence.
And on a side note, may I just say that I laughed my ass off a few weeks back when I was watching Pippi Longstocking: Oh the cuss words they were using! Ah, those were the days when our cursing was more creative than just naming genitalia.
If you're interested, Rasmus' new album is called "Mer' End Kærlighed" ("More than love"). Even if you don't understand it, let your mind wander. His voice is...............