THE HAUNTED Frontman: Floored At The Gay Club

THE HAUNTED frontman Peter Dolving has posted the following message on his MySpace page:

"Slow day. Actually I'm enjoying it, fire cracklin' in the fireplace, spring just around the corner. I've had a bad cold this last week but finally it's going away.

"Tomorrow we record a live session at Sveriges Radio with THE HAUNTED which I'm really looking forward to. Also I finally had enough peace to record demo vox for Shane Embury and my little pet project. Looks like we'll get Jesper from BURST to get in on it as well. We'll see, the songs are fucking sweet and though it's taking time I think people will enjoy it once we get it done.

"Last couple of weeks I've been feeling kind of numb. But it is good to be home a while, though wet snow is a test of patience.

"Browsing through some of the folks here on MySpace amuses me. It's such a lonely and desperate place for a lot of people it seems. Not that I can't identify, I used to feel like the loneliest man alive in company of friends even... Somehow we look for something to fill us, to make us whole. But there is nothing out there to do it. Drugs, sex and rock n roll, yeah baby, it's all good fun — but it won't fill the void inside, it just makes you feel dirty and used when you take it all as far as you can. Then you got to deal with the come down.

"I sold my soul to Satan one night in 1993. Yeah it was pretty cute when I think about what a ridiculous fucking scene of self-pity and malign nihilistic bullshit it was. Young man, full of hate. Poor little bugger... I sealed the deal in blood and fucked my ex-girlfriend in the ass one last time the next evening on top of the symbols scrawled on the floor. Did it make me feel any better? Did it make me rich? Duh... No way José. What I finalized that period makes me despise black metal scenesters for the fake bullshit most of them are all about. Ritual magick is nothing but symbol-laden psycho therapy gone wrong. Lame. Anyone who´s lived in the woods for more than a week will tell you - things conjured up by man are weak.

"I don't miss it.

"I did however get out of that crappy little apartment, and instead hooked up with a really nice girl shortly after. This all happened after going to jail for a couple of nights because I climbed a tall-ass building with my friends drunk as a skunk and knocked my ex's lover unconcious. Oh, and this one chick I hung out with gave me this massive rubber dildo that never worked for anything because of its size. It ended up in the MARY BEATS JANE drumkit until it mysteriously disappeared after a punk rock show in Stockholm. Funny thing is that the show was at this place that was normally an SM gay and lesbian club. We all thought it was amazing. That same show is how I met one of my best friends, Oscar. He threw a glass of beer in my head and we went at it on the floor as the other guys played on and I kept trying to sing. Lots of blood and two testosterone pumped morons wrestling on the floor in a gay club — yeah baby, it was a perfect rock moment.

"He just became a father and we're still friends.

"I had another perfect rock moment today. I made a snowman with my little boy. It took about half an hour, but it was fuckin sweet...

"Yeah, life is pretty filled with extremes, but nothing like what I thought it was..."