Kenneth
The story 'bout this ol' man started a summerday in 1963 on the banks of the river in Eskilstuna.
That place was his homebase for a lotta years.
But that's another story. Lets talk 'bout the music.
His path, started a for many other, with pipe with holes,
that he reluctantly honked in once a week.
It wasn't that delightful, I tell ya, but that's the way you gotta wander in the civic music school.
When he grew up an' got to choose, he chose the guitar, which still is his thing.
His parents got him his first nylon stringed Bjärton,from Hagström's music
an' he played arpeggios until his fingers bled.
He played in different local bands, that popped up an' died at the same time, in the jolly 80's.
After that, he had a long break from the music, but as the relapsed criminal he is, his fingers started to itch.
Played in a couple of cover bands, before he ended up here.
This feels like his thing.
Write songs an' together with the band work out the final result.
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