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I have no idea why my family turned out to be criminals? Some morals and values might be twisted depending on your upbringing and in my case I believe that if my parents were more responsible I might have been able to live with them longer, resulting in better grades at school and me not having shit loads of depth from surviving on student loans half my life. In the end most sane people know what’s wrong and if you do break the law you know it and it’s not your mums fault. I don’t blame my parents for any stupid thing I’ve done.

Not all things was bad living at house no 32 and having hippies for parents. Music was something that should be enjoyed and I had no restrictions in enjoying it. My mum had a good stereo and some record collection and she happily gave me money when I discovered record shops and wanted to increase the collection. My first favourite track was the Beatles ”She loves me”. It was at house number 17 and I listened to that record fanatically. By the time we moved to house number 32 my sister that lived downstairs with her mum at house number 32 had discovered Alphaville and those melodies caught on with me immediately. She was my musical guide for some time from now. She used to record tapes from a radio station called Trax every week . And it was the beginning of 80’s heavy metal that started to be my favourite music, in particular Motley Crue. I listened to other bands and I had a lot of records for a 7- 8 –9 year old in the 80’s. My top bands were Accept, Wasp, Iron Maiden and of course Motley Crue.

I was obsess with Vince, Mick, Tommy and Nikki and I thought that I was their biggest fan and my love was the maximum one can have for a type of music and I still do think that, in a more humble way. I would say that without that band I probably would have a different view on music. It was Nikki that was the bass player and that sparked my interest in the bass and listening to baselines in heavy metal music is rather challenging, as everything is midrange with heavy guitars and squeaky voices. But this thought me how to separate the instruments and analyse the music. I looked like Vince, or at least I tried to with my long blonde hair with lots of volume. But, if I had dark hair I would have gone for the Nikki look as he was my idol. I saw them live twice but I never got a chance to meet them. Still when I think about their albums I get the same feeling of being a dedicated fan. Anyway, I got to meet KIZZ though, when I was too young to remember. That’s great I get to meet one of the biggest bands in the world and I have to be too young to appreciate it. I remember being told that I was going to meet them and that I just started to hear about this band we had the destroyer album but I didn’t like it when I listened to it. Than I remember being backstage in a bar with my uncles friend that worked with the band. And I do remember some hairy guys but not their faces, maybe cos they ware makeup on stage, and I remember the paper plates with the autographs. It took a few more years before I started to appreciate 70’s rock. I was brought up on rolling stones, Lou reed, some bob marled, rod Stewart and lots of other random tracks from different artists. My dad’s music was Jimi Hendrix and he named me after him. As I too love Jimi these days I also love my name. He also listened to Swedish political music and it helped me spark my political interest.

Later on in school I realised that there are a lot of different music that also sounds good. This didn’t go down well with my metal friends that I liked some tunes by some synth group. But this synth music triggered all these tight drum and percussion rhythms and sweet synth leads, how can one not like that?

When I reached my teens I started to buy electronic music and mixed LP’s and I started mixing my own tapes with dance music. Still loving Motley Crue and still went to another of their concerts when I was 13. but the dance music was something else and also the metal scene had become too political. Motley Crue V Guns’n’roses V poison V hairspray V glam rock V lipstick. I thought it was about riffs and solos? Dance music was about dance and 4/4.

Before I discovered the music that would take control over my life, change me as a person and become my best friend giving me immense happiness. I was in to the only thing that was available at the time. 90’s dance music. Technotronic, klf, 2 unlimited and so on. I was in a quite established gang no mostly Latinos and Iranians and me. I had a bit of a beard and was very left wing in my attitude, I read about Castro and che Guevara and talk ed about the revolution all the time so I was called Che. At this time the Latino gangster films were popular so we adapted our attitude and dress to those films. Beige chinos, white t-shirt and shirt with only the top button done. I was the first one putting on a hair net and our language was a mix of Swedish Spanish English and Farsi. Our main focus was to go clubbing and dominate wherever we went we didn’t tolerate any outsiders and we were fast in showing them who were in charge. If larger groups of boys turned up or if we travelled to another city the police had to be called in most of the time to stop ppl from being hurt. Except for that the police used their batons to hit us on the lags to clear the area. This music focus slowly turned towards a new style of music. Not dance at all. Straight edge. It was hard core punk music with very political messages about human right, vegetarianism. It was mainly a skate/snowboard style of music. But as me and some of my other friends were cross cultural in this since, Vatos locos Latino gang member that also snowboarded. We had access to this music and these parties too. We started listening to this straight edge music while training tkd and it gave us adrenaline and energy to train harder. This all changed when my friend who I lived with had visited another tkd player down in south of Sweden. He came back with a tape with goa trance. This was completely new and the year must have been 1994. I had one listen to that tape and I was hooked. All other music seemed fake, shallow, unworked and pointless in comparison. It didn’t take long until this music had taken over all the sub cultures in KD. It was only the commercial clubbers that still listened to the Euro trance, the straight edge ppl and now the goa trance ppl. I went to my first goa trance party in gbg and some friends took some lsd on the way down. I didn’t take drugs then, as my main focus was still tkd. But when we got to the club I was amassed. It was in a old warehouse no official signs no big windows with promotions. From the outside it looked grimy and unwelcoming and like nothing was going on there. The bouncers opened the big warehouse doors and I heard the thump of the kick drum and the smoky light coming through the drapes. The club was all about the dance floor and the dj. Every one faced the dj booth every one was friendly ppl carried jars of water and shared. Pretty girls carried plates of fruit that they distributed. There was no attitude problems and ppl gave way with a smile if you tried to walk past. I stood there for a few minutes listening to the music and observed how ppl danced. Then I stared copy what I had observed and the movements just worked with the music and I had found my true culture. Later when things got too much in kd I moved to Stockholm. There was a club in sthlm that made the headlines in the news papers frequently. Docklands. It was officially a club where children went to take drugs and the subculture there was harmful to the youth. In reality it was the best psytrance club in Europe at the time and the atmosphere was the same as I had experienced in gbg same friendliness. No alcohol served no fights yes there were some ppl taking drugs. But according to my experience from years of clubbing there were no more drugs there than anywhere else. And in the big commercial clubs in the city ppl took cocaine and ecstasy, in these Psy clubs ppl too lsd and ecstasy. The amount of fights and problems required police attention I seen in the commercial clubs was not seen in the Psy clubs. The police choose to come to these clubs on their own initiative. They were never called in due to some incident. Docklands created such a huge debate that the music and subculture was tried to be banned and a special unit at the police was created for this purpose they were called the rave commission. They stopped ppl playing Psy trance on their car stereo, they practised harassment and terror tactics. This is my personal experience with the rave commission.

My firs encounter was in sthlm while I was waiting in a cue to see a band from Israel called MFG. When I had paid and was about to enter the door a man stepped in front of me showing his badge telling me he was from the police and that he wanted to talk to me. There was a lot of ppl around and he was very polite. I might ad no that up to this point I had never taken any drugs. He led me down a corridor to a room. He opened the door and pushed me in the back in to the room. In the room was another 4 or 5 officers. Some of who I was to meet frequently over the next year or so. They surrounded me and the office who had led me in to the room put a flash light in my face. Now they started asking me questions like where is the drugs, what have you taken where did you buy it from and accusing me of selling drugs and telling me they knew everything about me so I might as well confess. And if I didn’t they would take me away from there and leave me in the middle of nowhere. These accusations, questions, demands and threats came from all directions and I was not given a chance to answer to any thing. Meanwhile the cunt with the flash light told me that yes he could see that I was on drugs. As I didn’t take drugs and as I was a student and had years of experience in studying human physiology and I was confident in my self I started laughing at them and told the guy (interrupting the surround accusations) that he did his examination wrong and if I did take any drugs he would not discover it by his methods.. he didn’t listen and when they realised they could not break me they told me that they would keep an eye on me and let me go in to the party.

So over the next year as soon as they spotted me or my brother or my friend they would shout stop police then separate us searching us and do the usual threats of how they could fuck us over. Eventually the politicians won and the club closed but the party scene just moved t other locations and still moving around. The next summer I was rather tired of Sweden and I had a friend that had moved to Italy so I wend down to visit him. He smoked a lot of hash but I was not interested as I believed I could not smoke as I had some asthma. He suggested that if I wanted to get stoned and I did he could make some tea for me. So I agreed he made a cup of tea with a chunk of hash that would today make me 3 pipes worth. While I was waiting for the delivery and the making of the tea I had 2 bottles of Chianti and some very nice pasta on his balcony over looking the mountains of perugia. When the tea was ready I downed it. I was probably never going to be that stoned ever again on hash. And it was brilliant and respect to my friend cos he took well care of me. I remember him leading me down a alley in to a bar where he I knew every one. He wanted to introduce me to a girl he thought I might hit it off with. If you have any experience with drugs you know that sometimes your alert and awake and can talk and giggle and then…. ZZZAANNNGGG your gone to la la land again for a bit. So here I was sitting at the bar the girl gave me cold drinks to keep me hydrated and refreshed. Then I came to it. She was very pretty. She was standing right in front of me and smiled. And I lifted my had pointed at her and burst out laughing my face off… she knew the score and didn’t take much offence but I had blew my chanced quite frankly. Then about a minute later I looked at the guy next to me and said “ OK SEE YOU IN A BIT” and boom I was gone again. I came to it again in another bar but this one was too crowded and busy so I could not handle it so I had to wait out side for a bit. Then apparently we had been to some party and some other bars but I had no memory of any of it. On the way home I started feeling sick. The red wine was not a good mix with the hash so when we got back to the flat I puked up for some time then my mate cleaned me up and tucked me in to his bed. There I hade the maddest hallucinations that I was in a cave and all I could see was woman’s legs. We talked for some time and he recorded the conversation and then I passed out.

When I came back to Stockholm I girl from my previous uni had tried to get me in bed for some time and as I was about to move to uk I didn’t have anywhere to live so I accepted her invitation. Some times I don’t know what’s wrong with me and it happened a few times before. I have a fairly nice girl trying to make me like her and I let her suck my dick but when it comes to actually fucking her I stand there with the dick touching the pussy but I cant bring my self to putting it in. and what does the girl do.. keep sucking my dick. This one did that twice and the most extreme case was in kd this one must have serviced me for about 14 hours and during that time I almost fucked her twice but the thought of putting my dick in this slag made me sick.

Anyway. I moved to the UK a few weeks later.

The End of episode number 1. Later on we might come up with the episode from England.

the autour is the son of former criminal father

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