“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.”
Songwriter 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 portrays a wandering singer´s delightful doom, and 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.