“There is a story to our name that is waiting to unfold.”
Stories of Our Name is a hymn to the wanderers of the world. People who, like migratory birds, sets off towards the horizon with their names as only luggage. People who, not by outer oppression, but by inner pressure, are forced out of their homes in order to search for a home, and to fill the void of their names with a story.
Maybe Gertrude Stein said it best: “What good are roots if you can ́t take them with you?”
Stories of Our Name, the second single from nomadic one man band Nervous City | Nervous Self, is a hymn to the wanderers of the world. People who, like migratory birds, sets off towards the horizon with their names as only luggage. People who, not by outer oppression, but by inner pressure, are forced out of their homes in order to search for a home, and to fill the void of their names with a story.
Nervous City | Nervous Self is the English language debut of Swedish singer/songwriter and poet David Josephson. Josephson, who recently released his third album in Swedish, Misslyckandets estetik (The aesthetics of failure), has with first single “G-d knows what” created “a beautiful song, full of wistful melancholy […] and quite unlike anything around”, according to Huffpost. The poetic lyrics appears to be “a reflection of what it means to embark on this journey called artistry”, which Josephson told Nordic Music Review, and it has also been described as a “song about faith and fate”.
David Josephson was born and raised in Stockholm, and started off his musical career by declaring: “I shall become Sweden´s Cohen or die!”. As Sweden never has been a country of big declarations, he was met with skepticism. A skepticism that eventually forced Josephson into German exile – in the city of Berlin where countless prophets and poets wander the streets, Josephson experienced a new sense of kinship. And it was there, during a visit at an art exhibition about German expressionism that the embryo of Nervous City | Nervous Self was created.
The debut songs of Nervous City | Nervous Self are the expression of an artist staying committed to his path, and his search for “G-d knows what” – or Godot, as Samuel Beckett might have put it.
“The only thing I kept
is a stranger ́s heart.
It ́s shielding me
from those fiery darts,
across the devil ́s path
and the grapes of wrath”