The Driving Force

Time stands still when I'm making music. It always has. From the first magical encounter with the sound of my grandfather's green piano. The first time I managed a barre chord on my father's acoustic guitar with its glued-on neck. The keyboard, where a complete musical universe came to life. A contrast to the single notes of the brass-band instrument I played. My first electric guitar. It was black. The music programme in upper secondary school. Time stood still for three years. The rehearsal room. While awake, I was there more than in my own dorm room. The first band. The first concert, looking out at the audience. The experience of making music. Together with others. Creating something out of nothing. The joy of being in the studio. Recording music. Releasing music. Getting a response. Did it hit the heart? I've played at weddings. Sung at funerals. I've played at parties. Actually also been thrown out because the music we weren't playing was the right fit. I've had children of my own. Sung for them. Sung with them. Heard them sing. Been moved the first time they managed a barre chord. I sang to my wife too. Before we became a couple. From a stage. Time always stands still when I'm making music. That's just how it is.

Sigbjørn is my name. Man. Grown-up. Born in early October 1977. That's quite a few years ago now. I have no diagnoses worth mentioning or particular challenges. That could become a challenge. I'm completely normal. Ordinary. I have an education, I work with computers. Coding. I know a lot. Not an expert at anything. Never will be either. After the music programme in upper secondary, music remained a hobby. A kind of life companion. It has steered me on a steady course through different phases of life. The band I already have has been part of me for 25 years. We've recorded and released a heap of songs. We've played more than a hundred concerts at home and abroad. Time has stood still an enormous number of times.

Music is my driving force.