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First notes...

This weekend I sang for the first time since the surgery. My audience was my parents fat lab who was very sweet and slept through the whole thing haha.

It was WEIRD. I realized how long my voice was really struggling before the surgery. I was freaked out at first, it's like dancing on a broken leg after months in a cast.. it's gonna take me the next few weeks to practice.. But I can SING. If I'm being honest (like I am HAH) I cried a little.

I feel like I'm BACK. Been writing some new tunes as well. I can't wait to get back out there.

The feeling of seeing my band at the AIRPORT, sleeping through another flight, arriving in a new country or a new CITY, go to some hotel, drop our bags, grab a BEER, head to the venue for soundcheck, stand on STAGE looking at an empty room imagining it full of screaming BABES, feeling the adrenaline start, head out for dinner with the BAND but having a hard time eating cause I'm starting to feel the NERVES, back to the venue, grab some beers BACKSTAGE, everybody in their ZONE getting ready, going over the set one more time, pondering wearing shoes but always kick them OFF, hearing the tour manager say "five minutes guys", gather in our little circle and sing our swedish drinking song, watch the BOYS head out on stage, hear the screams and the chants and I can't stand still, hear my DRUMMER start the intro and know that in under a minute I'll be infront of you, run out on stage, feel your energy, see all the excited faces and I'm jumping up and down, singing and you're singing with me, waving your arms, I'm DRIPPING with sweat and I wish it could go on forever. I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!

See you soon <3

#tove lo #live #tour #life #sing #no more silence

Why say FUCK?

So the other morning I was sitting in my kitchen, drinking my coffee and listening to swedish morning radio. All of a sudden, Talking Body comes on! I get overly excited of course. Once the song's done playing (and I'm done dancing infront of the mirror MIMING TO MYSELF wtf?!) the radio hosts start talking about the song. The convo goes, roughly, something like this:

Cool radio chick - I gotta say, when she sings "if you love me right, we fuck for life" I can't help thinking, come oooon do you really have to say fuck?! Why does it always have to be sex, can't we "hang for life" or something?

Cool radio dude - it's probably some producer telling her to sing that so it will create a reaction. She's just singing it cause someone else told her to

Cool radio chick - yeah you can tell she doesn't even believe it herself!

(Before going further I just wanna say I love this radio station. They've supported me since day one and everyone is entitled to their own opinion and that's cool etc etc. )

I of course got pissed off. Not because they don't like the lyrics but because they assume "some producer" is telling me what to sing and that I, the gullible artist, will do it no matter what I believe. I tweeted them and defended myself and we had an on air tweeting convo, it was pretty funny! I guess I especially get offended cause I take such pride in writing my own songs. Lyrics in particular. Also I don't understand this image a lot of people seem to have about producers?! Like they're some kind of money hungry evil group of dudes who force poor young artists into singing sexy degrading songs while sexually harassing them at the same time. All the dudes and chicks I work with are super humble, talented music nerds who does nothing else with their time but work on their skills and who can find new inspiration for beats by listening to 50 different kick drums... Anywaaaay... After I threw a little tantrum in my apartment I started thinking about why I do use the word FUCK so much in my lyrics (and everyday life)? I mean, it is a bit of a hassle having to bleep it out or finding another word for certain stations etc etc. But to me it's a word that so perfectly adds the extra emotion I need to describe all the other words I'm using. And that's just the thing. STRONG EMOTIONS. We never show them. We're suppose to live side by side and not bother each other, not be loud, not disturb or upset each other. It's WEIRD. We all carry so much emotions; built up stress, anger, happiness, adrenaline etc why is it soooo bad to just yell out FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!! once in a while if it calms you down? And to be honest, I get bored to death listening to conversations where everyone is polite and speaking around their opinion in circles just cause they don't wanna upset anyone. WHY IS THAT SO BAD?! Have a fucking argument!! It won't kill you! Scream a little! FEEL IT! Don't fucking act all cool like you don't care about anything or that nothing affects you, you're just SOOO "together" and you can handle your temper and everything would be so much easier if everyone just tried to act like adults and have a mature conversation FUCK!! GAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

Puh.

Maybe this is just SWEDEN.

Not sure what to make of my rant here but I guess what I'm saying is that everyone is allowed to FEEL whatever feelings they have and I think we should dare to show them more. Good AND bad. And I'm gonna use whatever words I want to describe them...

I'm tired now. Tomorrow I'll pick this up and talk about my feelings on the commercial world's need for censuring EVERYTHING that has to do with sex.

GOOD NIGHT

#tove lo #talking body #feelings #fuck #radio #sweden #censur

Monday Madness

I LITERALLY got NOTHING done today. Nothing. How can a whole day pass by (except hungover days, that's different) without me thinking of anything to do?

...

I ate some cereal. Just sitting in my kitchen staring at the wall. All this time off is making me lazy as fuck.

BUT ON MY GOOD DAYS I'M CHARMING AS FUUUUUCK!!

Yes I just quoted my own lyrics. I'm that girl.

I'm gonna start doing that in person. If someone asks me for advice or just asks a question like "what should I do today?" I'd say "bed. stay in bed." or "eat dinner in your bathtub then go to sex clubs"... "well you know what I always say - STAY HIGH!". Maybe I should sing the answers to. I'll do it for a few days when I can talk a little more and let you know how many asshole/diva/idiot/weirdo comments I get. Or people will just smile and keep a straight face. I will admire them.

Okay I'm sorry my brain is totally fried from doing nothing so I'm off to BED.

Cheerio

Snow hoe hoe hoe

It's snowing like crazy here in Stockholm. Real beautiful, makes everything quiet. I haven't been in one place this long since FOREVER. It sort of nice to be here. I'm noticing all the things that I "need" to fix in my home.

One of my best friends got into the Red Cross education program here in Sweden. I'm so PROUD of her. She's gonna do some real good in the world. And then she can make me feel bad when I'm too SELF INVOLVED. Some days I can't wait to make tons of money and give it all away (I'm still in my one bedroom apartment so you know haha). Either I'll become one of those BLING BLING artists who buy weird little outfits for their little dogs saying "they feel so PRETTY wearing this! Look!" while the dogs are shaking with anxiety (or whatever it is that makes them shake like that.. what is it..?) or I'll be the face of thousands of charities, preaching to my audience about third world countries and how we all need to do something while having a light show worth millions. Or I'll be a little of both. Though I will NEVER dress up my spanish street dog. He's got it hard enough with his weird long legs and underbite (pic below). Also.. I know only DOG people care about other peoples dogs. The rest of you don't give a fuck.

They say cat people are weird and dog people are normal. But I've met some odd ones. If a dog person is fine with the dog watching while you're FUCKING - get out. They're one step away form getting the peanut butter. Same people usually ask their dog for advice... WEIRD. Cause unless the dog shakes it's head and growls it will always be a "yeah you think so too don't you"... Hm.

Anyway I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about I'm so BOOOOOOORED haha.

Gonna complete my long list of email interviews now... Just one more thing - if you interviewers want original answers that DON'T sound like I've answered the same questions a MILLION times - Ask ORIGINAL questions!! Oh the troubles of an artist...

KISSES!!!

Tove & Elliott the dog (we've never shared peanut butter)

#tove lo #dogs #peanut butter #red cross #bored #stay high

Should I write everyday?

I don't feel like there's enough going on in my life right now haha. I'm making beats that are sounding alright. But melodies and singing and lyrics are my main inspiration so I just get FRUSTRATED after a while when I can't get my ideas out fully. Maybe I just shouldn't write about me on this blog. Maybe I should write about things that actually MATTER. Things like the HORRIBLE terror attack in Paris. #JESUISCHARLIE of course. But I should have a more educated opinion, have something more to say, not only about this incident but all the other hundreds, thousands. It's so easy to read about it and go "oh that's so terrible, we need to put an end to this" and then move on to "which picture should I post today? A HOT one or a FUNNY one?"... I guess it's cause these things have never affected me or anyone really close to me personally. I'm a white girl who's grown up in a well off family in one of the most equal countries in the world. I literally have NOTHING to complain about. I've never met any REAL challenges in life. Yes there's LOVE, and that's a HUGE thing. To be heartbroken fucking hurts and it feels like it can almost kill you... But still. I've been able to eat, sleep, go to school, wear whatever I want, say whatever I want, fuck who ever I want and be who ever I choose to be without anyone really trying to stop me. Don't get me wrong, people still judge in Sweden and we have a long way to go too and of course EVERYTHING hasn't been easy... but I've never been scared. I've never feared for my life for loving the "wrong" person, for believing in another God than my parents, for not believing, for my skin, for my clothes, for my gender. And there are so many like me. We feel for those who are effected, and we say we're gonna get involved. We post something somewhere to prove we're supporting the good cause.. And then we move on...

I know I have alot of TIME to think at the moment.. I feel like more and more people are starting to know who I am now, so besides sharing every piece of my broken relationships and messy nights out with you I should do something.. I gotta figure out what. I'll get back to you.

Lot's of löve,

Tove

Ps. I STILL managed to make this post about me... HAH!

Enjoy The Silence

Almost a week since the vocal chord operation and I feel a bit upside down... It went well and so far so good and all that but I'm going a bit nuts with no talking, no singing, no "physical activity" etc. I love my home but seriously. I haven't been in one place for over a week since.. I DON'T EVEN KNOW. I CAN'T EVEN. Alone, isolated with my thoughts.. Fuck I have some creepy thoughts.. I'm not gonna share.. Yet. This is my first blog experience and I don't really know what's expected.. Any tips? What do you wanna know? All my ZERO followers haha.. That's the funniest part of this I think.. When you're starting out it's like you write your message addressing the whole world but really you're only telling yourself things about yourself. SELF ABSORBED. But I'm an artist so that's to be expected.

Puss puss