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Because the Night - Patti Smith

This day, in 1978, Patti Smith released “Because the Night” as a single. Bruce Springsteen had written the music and the chorus to the song during his Darkness on the Edge of Town sessions but he found that he was struggling to finish the lyrics. At the time, Springsteen was also involved in a legal battle with his manager, Mike Appel, which restricted him from recording and releasing new material. As a result, Springsteen decided to give a demo of the song to Smith via producer/engineer Jimmy Iovine, who was working with both of them, and Smith filled in the missing lyrics while waiting for a phone call from her husband.

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“Although I’ve enjoyed writing it every bit as much, my next book will be very different to the Harry Potter series, which has been published so brilliantly by Bloomsbury and my other publishers around the world. The freedom to explore new territory is a gift that Harry’s success has brought me, and with that new territory it seemed a logical progression to have a new publisher. I am delighted to have a second publishing home in Little, Brown, and a publishing team that will be a great partner in this new phase of my writing life.” [x]

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Ugh. So last week this person on Lomography asked if he could buy a photo of mine. Not really knowing how these things are done, I asked him what he is prepared to pay for it. And he answered that I should set the price. I am completely clueless. I mean, it’s a totally unsignificant shot. One of those you just shoot to end the roll. I feel like I’m playing a really strange game of monopoly.

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Sometimes I start to miss silly and totally irrelevant things from and about Sweden. Such as my bed’s pillows, my balcony, Stockholm, the monotone lady speaker in the commuter train, A-fil, Kexchoklad, living five minutes from my best guy-friend, the junkie park in my home town, and so on.

But then I think of all the things that made me leave it all behind. Those thing that made me book that one way ticket, when I realized that there was nothing left to hold me back any longer. And most of all; the constant damn darkness.

And the fact that I landed in a country where I don’t speak the language doesn’t matter at all. Because I’m the one that got away. The one that managed to escape. Gaining new knowledge and experiences. While the rest of the gray mass are stuck. Stuck with the things they somehow think are unimportant. Making unessential excuses.

I’ve practically lived in my diary these past months. Sorting out what I think is relevant in my life. Grasping my feelings and views on different matters. But mostly writing the first chapter of my life’s adventures away from the place that now has become somewhat unreliable.

In 26 days I’ll be handing over a second one way ticket, and boarding a plane that will take me to the only city in which I’ve ever really felt at ease. A plane that will take me to my most faithful companion, who I’ll be seeing for the first time in almost six months. Screams, tears, and the start of the second chapter.

And I know that it will be documented well. Because it’ll be the only effective medicine we’ll have when we’re old. Knowing that we actually turned our dreams into reality.

Since I was a kid my mom has called me Cyganka, The Gypsy. That nickname has never suited me better than at this very moment. 

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