I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.
It is cruel you know that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.
