Tonight I'm putting all my guitars and stuff in a left over room in the basement. Making it a music room. Will put a computer, an old recording studio and a hifi down there as well. And a couple of amplifiers and a keyboard. The goal is to put myself in my old time music mood.When I was younger I used to live in a studio, one that also was in a basement. I could spend 24/7 there and I always forgot to eat while being there. The best way to loose weight, I guess. Just jamming, composing and recording all day and all night. Other musicians came and went. Bands formed and split, one after another.I starded with playing the base in a reggae band in the beginning of the eighties. But without dreads. Those where the days when I still thought it was impossible for me to dread with my kinda hair. But man, was I dreaming of having it?Internet did not exist and there was no way for me to gain knowledge about dreading. I saw myself as unlucky, being too pale and having too little curls. I wished I was born somewhere else. I adored Marley, Tosh, Toots and the Maytals, Steel Pulse and you name it.I only played reggae those early days. Later on I played more rock and funk. Made my own concoction of the two. Tried to sing even though I did not have the voice for it. But it did not matter, as long as I loved it. Luckily I had someone else singing on performances.I wonder if this music room will put me back into that same vibe and inspiration. It would have been lovely.

I'm writing a lot of stuff here, I've noticed. Dunno if I have any readers, but it does not really matter, cuz I'm doing it mostly for myself.I did not tell you that I was part of bringing up 5 kids. The oldest is 24 and the youngest is 15. Two of them, the oldest ones, are self made. But it does not matter whom was part of making whom, really, I love them all. I have two grandchildren, one is 4 and the other one is 1.That means that grandpa has got dreads. Why does grandpa have dreads now only? I must tell you that I always wanted to have dreads, from young already. But I though it was impossible with my kinda hair. But when I was island hopping in Greece last year, i noticed that my hair locked up in the saltwater, all on its own. The only thing I had to do was to let it be.I did not do anything else but washing those fresh little babydreads of mine in that saltwater, and that did the work. All the work. Then I had to make up my mind. Do I want them or don't I? I always wanted them when I was younger, why not now? Now when I know who I am, now when my identity is no longer wobbling? I was a couple of years past 40 and I was more secure in myself than ever. When would the time ever be better than then? I decided to go for it. So when I came home from Greece and met my second born grandchild I had dreads.And I'm telling you, everybody except my bosses loved them. And I am just totally crazy about them.

I love cats. I have two. I think the cat is the right animal for any dread, not only having the lion in mind. At least it is the right animal for this dread. Cats are peaceful, loving animals. They set the atmosphere in the house, gives it the right spirit. Calms everything down. When I'm sleeping I have the one cat by my feet and the other one in my arms. I've got one boy and one girl. His name is Boesman and her name is Foxy. They are two lovely souls and I love them. And they love one another.I'm sitting here in my armchair, with one cat on each shoulder. It's soon 11PM here in Sweden and I am tired. I think I must go to bed.

It kinda bothers me that dreadlocks must be mixed up with weed all the time. I am a guy who does not like to be under the influence of neither alcohol or drugs. I enjoy being high on life though, love is my favorite drug. Love is the greatest high of all.I don't want to promote the use of weed with my hairstyle. I would like to wash all weed of all the dreadlocks in the world. I would rather like dreadlocks to be connected with love. Can't we organize that?

I live out in the country. Quite close to a bigger city, but this is still in the worst farmland. The neighbors have cows, horses and sheep. And here I have my red little house and my great garden. Gardening and dreads gel well together, in my world. Even though I don't grow weed. Right now I'm making squash pickles, cuz I have so much squash and I don't know what to do with it.Any suggestions what else I can do with all my squash? Or do all you guys only wanna talk about how bad wax and crochets are for dreads? I think we know that already, don't we?Over and out!

My colleges have gotten used to my new hairstyle. Maybe it is because it's not so new anymore. One is getting used to most things if one is exposed to them long enough. But the funny thing is that many of my colleges now even have the guts to express that they like my dreads. That they did not believe it was a good idea initially, but that they now must admit that it looks good and really suits me. To me that is big of my colleges.You must know that I am working in a office environment where you can't look anyhow. One must keep the professional and representative look whatever attributes one has. In other words, one has to keep the balance between tame and wild. Another aspect of my dreads and the acceptance of them is that I am quite old. It is always easier to accept differences in the younger crowd.But what I wanted to say now is that dreadlocks can function as a professional tool. As I said before, I am working with various forms of family therapy and treatment. I am often meeting new people in that job and my dreads are the perfect icebreaker. Kids can be asking why I have sausages in my hair. (A very tricky question to answer.) And youngsters think I'm sooo cool. Some parents can ask if the dreads don't stink. The most common question is how one make the hair like that. But my point is that my hair is very useful when it comes to breaking the ice in the initial meeting with families.Another aspect of dread functionality is that I often refer to my dreadlocks and my self when I want to illustrate "being different". My dreadlocks are a excellent tool for that. And it makes the issue less sensitive, just because it is me wearing those odd things on my head. That makes it easier and less tensed to talk about his/her oddities. If I am odd, then it is much easier for them to talk about how odd they think they are.That is about it for now. Do you find your dreads functional?Over and out!

I'm crazy about blogging, so I will probably be busy here both now and then. My English is not perfect, but I will try my best.I signed up today. As soon as I poked my nose in here I heard that I was doing wrong in using my crochet needle. That little needle that I was so happy about was causing damage to my hair? Damn it! I was so happy when I finally found that needle a month ago. And I was also very happy that it didn't cost more than a couple of dollars. And I desperately needed that needle, cause I must look representative at work. I'm in family therapy and with the kinda families I work with I just can't stick out too much. I must be neat to a certain extent. And that little needle was expected to be my savior.Now I've been told to throw away that savior of mine. Now I must find other ways to create some kinda neatness in this hair of mine. That will be tough.Anyway, I wrote "Blond dreads in Italy" on top of this. That is because I flew to Italy about a week ago, and I stayed there five days. I had to travel without my precious crochet needle. One can't have things like that in the bag. Terrorists use things like that. I'm always trying to fly light, with only hand luggage. Checking in a bag by Ryan Air is always more expensive than the actual flight ticket is. That meant no crochet.And yes, I understand what you are saying. Without the crochet needle my hair looked worse than ever on top. One must really be busy with that crochet needle all the time.But still, my dreads made success even though I thought they looked terrible. Pisa have a leaning tower, but Pisa don't have many dread heads. And they don't have any blond dread head at all. But last week they had me and they seemed to like it. Dreads somehow open peoples minds. And only a few of the Italians associated my hairstyle with weed or with Rastas. I was happy for that, because I don't smoke weed and I am not a Rasta.I am only a dread head and I love it!But I want you guys to know that I am happy to have found you. I really like this forum!Over and out!