sofia karlsson

two days ago, an old friend of mine quite forcefully introduced me to a swedish folk musician, named sofia karlsson. and, as is turns out, for a good reason.

sofia does real music, sprung from something different than commercial interests. her songs seem to hold a close connection to… something, that is certainly invisible to the eye, but yet present. i can’t touch it, but i feel it. there’s an honesty trickling from how the instruments are handled. something pure, and simple. and maybe that’s what it is, that something, that moves me.

or perhaps it’s just the folk touched harmonies, but the something stirs deep within my chest, and it feels like home. suddenly i wish my suburban apartment was a timber cottage painted red with white corners. somewhere far up north, where the pine trees are old and the sun never sets over the baltic sea. i’d sit there on a porch, and breathe. and sofia would spela för livet (play for life).



(btw, this clip is a live recording. see what i mean? real music).