Daniel’s Notebooks.

#1 – The Beauty Club.

T. suggested I start writing a blog. The invitation was quite open, but I think he maybe expected I would write some stuff about the album. Maybe I’d explain what some of the songs were about. I dunno how well I can do that. I think I’m just gonna post some extracts of things that were never meant to be read. Some vague ideas that have somehow crept on, one way or another.

I was looking through old pieces of writing to see what might be suitable, and I found an old script I’d completely forgotten about. I dunno if you’ve ever done that thing where you go to send someone a message on Facebook and it shows you the last message you sent? It might be from years ago, and you read it and you know it’s you speaking, but you sound like a stranger, even to yourself. Finding this old script was a bit like that. I know it was me, but it’s not me anymore. Still, here is an extract. It features my imaginary best friend Sofie.

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