It's sometime during the mid 80's. I'm traveling in a car with my brother and my father. We're going to see my grandparents. What this also would come to be, for me, was a musical revelation. After a right turn from the small streets out on motorway I hear the intro to "Money For Nothing" and the feelings that went thrue my mind will last forever.
To this day I can't seem to know why the "Brothers In Arms" record with Dire Straits is the best one. The ultimate no. 1 for me. It's as if it has everything (Well, almost).
From basic pop/rock with the Knoepfler brothers to this day I'm safe to say I listen to everything. The one criteria is that it gives me a feeling. This feeling-stuff leads me to my music. My name is Fredrik Hillnor. A regular kid from the suburbs of Sweden's capital Stockholm. I love music. I make music. If it would be eatable I would eat it. My music consists of various instruments joint together in small symphonies I record on my computer. I'm equipped with synths, beats, strings and whatever else that crosses my way and is able to make me feel happy.
That's about it. For now.
borde ses nån dag! du kanske vill producera en låt åt mig... eller nåt. eller bara se. jag är i gefle nu iaf. skriv hej hopp. lyssnar på din musik. det ger en bra känsla. mitt nr är 0760623636.
We need your to get us a gig at the Arvika Festival this summer so we can play among great acts such as NIN, Depeche Mode and lots more!
Your participation is simple:
1. Go to http://www.myspace.com/arvikafestivalen 2. Select BARON BANE in the scrollbar to the left of the page. 3. Enter the Captcha code in the centre of the page. 4. And press the Rösta/Vote button.
We REALLY appreciate you helping us out with this!
hej där, minglade in i din musikvärld ett tag och försvann. vackert. DRömde om dig och Helena inatt, ni kom och räddade mig från något, märkligt. Hoppas allt e fint. Kram
Hillnor! Tackar ödmjukast. Hoppas du och familjen har det riktigt fint! Jag kommer till dina trakter och spelar 13 Dec. Vad grymt det later om din musik. kram