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Instead of my at best boring biography, I'll let the wonderful Kaja Botnen do the talking:------------------ "Wishful Thinking................ His tones hit the strings of my soul like hammers. His voice quivers in the air like a dewdrop and seem to hold my pulse steady. His pausing tears me to pieces. The song's mere silence is filled with so much emotion that my being tensely pulls at my soul, urging the song on. Listening to it fills me with an excruciatingly easy calm. The honesty of the music rushing through my veins is too much for me. I'm naked under these melodies. His voice finds me wherever I am, and pulls me back into the harsh reality of the past we all had and the future ahead of us and I feel hopeless yet comforted at the same time. This is how it is. There's nothing more to it. I hate his music. I hate the desperation and psychological apathy it fills my entire being with; I hate the honesty of it all. The harsh truth. He forces my dreams to consider how we humans are, and how we always were, and as a result my dreams become flawed. I despise it all, the lyrics, the melodies, the lack of being able to hide away in perfect dreams. And yet I love his music. I love how he sings about life in general as well as giving me the possibility to relate personally. I love how his voice lingers on my skin and in my eyes long after I've heard it. I love and enormously respect his talent and skill as an artist, and the genius of his artistry itself is beyond my understanding. I love the complexity yet ease I find in the tones as I listen. Most of all, I love the music itself. Its personality has become such a close and needed friend that I feel I'm abusing the will of the writer. It is the kind of music we all look for, when feeling utterly abandoned by life and hope and stripped of energy. The music understands. It doesn't lie, it doesn't comfort. It just understands. And it allows us to break down and rid of every tear we can muster to find inside us and realise that it is how it is. Yes, we all make mistakes. When Elliott Smith passed, the lovers of his music created together a beautiful memorial wall. When Wishful Thinking passes, there will be one in his honour as well. Because, as Elliott Smith did, he does something not many I know of are capable of; He saves hope with truth. Whether it is intended, I don't know, but I believe that as long as I live, I will look to his music for hope and truth and perspective. And what the genius behind Wishful Thinking thinks of that, I frankly don't care. Because he made the mistake of giving his music a terribly beautiful soul, and I fell desperately in love with its dusky difficult simplicity, and the paradox that something so amazingly lovely can be so heartbreakingly sad. I smile sadly and curl up in a ball, naked against the music, yet safe against the world. To me, the songs are the first crush as well as the first heartbreak, the sweet memory of better times as well as the grey concrete walls of society. His songs restore the rightful yet homeless bliss we all once had then and long for now. Wishful Thinking restores my belief in humanity and in life in a way I'm too young to comprehend. I'm utterly grateful that one of the world’s inhabitants, Paul Martin Wold, decided to share Wishful Thinking with the rest of us." - Kaja Botnen