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Sunkit - a report
The notable journalist Ahrvid Engholm, a Sunkit
regular since several years, shares his personal experience from an evening
at Sunkit.
Sunkit is the name of the music club run every first Monday of the month
by Burt von Bolton and New-Magnum Nilsson,
in the basement of the Broderna Olsson garlic restaurant in Stockholm.
The name comes from »sunkigt«, which means approx worn
down, trashy or so (it has nothing to do with the sun, a
kit or sinking). There they play music that's so bad or strange that it's
(unintentionally) funny.
Every Sunkit Monday is full. I often see science fiction fans there (like
Martin from Kapten Stofil, and others
may turn up too) among all the others, and we have our regular gang standing
in a corner discussing strange things and singing along as a particulary
popular tune starts up.
The evening of December 5th, 2005 I first saw Martin (he and I exchanged
some DVD films for mutual borrowing) and Trampe (who
borrowed my VHS of that obscure Swedish sf film I was leg stand-in in).
Shortly Rosalba turned up, and Lejde
(who said the regular Dan, who seldom missed Sunkit,
was too broke and tired to come), Adrian (he's British),
and a few other hangarounds and friends. Since I've been going to Sunkit
for many years I tend to know some outside our group too, at least by
sight, like The Architects or the Norrkoping guy or
Marina who used to do the Fantasy Festival.
Sing along is one of the points of Sunkit. The audience of perhaps 150
people (the basement isn't very big) know the 50-100 most popular tunes
by heart. The evening usually starts with 1-2 hours of new discoveries,
and later comes the old favourites. The crowd drinks beer (I had Coca-Cola
left over from a preview of a film I arrived directly from) and sings
and dances along. It's the songs that makes it work.
What is the Sunkit music based on? Or »sunkedelic« music,
as some prefer to call it. The issue and the club was dealt with early
Monday in TV's Good Morning Sweden, where the Sunkit fan Anna-Lena
Lodenius - once my journalism teacher, btw - talked about sunkedelic
Christmas Songs, something she collects and plays as DJ on the Sunkit
Xmas shows.
There are several sunkedelic genres:
- The so called dance bands that tour the Swedish countryside. They
are an endless and rich source of stupidity, like The Moustache
about this guy who tries to hook the girls but is beaten every time
by the guy with a moustache, or Here Comes Martensson (based
on Let's Twist Again) about this guy winning the lottery and
having such a party at the hotel the police carries him away, not to
forget the classic What Do You Have Under the Blouse, Ruth?.
- Individually very creative songwriters. Few can match Thore
Skogman, who can literally do lyrics out of anything and always
uses the rhyme that first pops up in the top of his head, or Lasse
Holm, responsible for the Pizza Song, many Eurovision
classics, sports songs etc.
- Sports song is a rich source. Popular this evening was for instance
the national Swedish ice-hockey team singing
OK, now we've got them, no we've got them
So fight on, and don't let go, you Mother Svea's best team!
Most teams and sports have their incredibly strange songs.
- General PR songs and theme songs shouldn't be forgotten. Cities and
towns often feel it is absolutely unavoidable to hire some rhyme-hack
to create a PR song. My favourite city song is
Most people in Sodertalje are born in Sodertalje
Some have moved there
But some have moved away
The RFSU song is rather enjoyable (to the tune of YMCA
by Village People) telling everyone the joys available
from the National Association for Sexual Enlightment, which can actually
turn you into a »Kamasutra fanatic«.
- The Eurovision Song Contest is a gold mine, or rather the Swedish
runner-up contest. A total classic is opera singer Loa Falkman's The
Symphony, with lyrics telling us a symphony will bring us together
as one people.
- Children singing are an endless resource. We have eg It's so sweet
to to talk to a horse or Mom, come and wipe me - I'm finished.
- Sex is not to be discounted. Dirty song albums were sold through ads
in the nude girls magazines in older days. One master of this genre
was the illustrious Johnny Bode who probably forever
will be remembered for his Come and wank me off with white gloves.
- Various other sources. Like people who really think they can sing,
but can't, but as the rest of the world won't recognize their genious
they go ahead and pay for a record themselves. Or well-known tunes in
other languages, like Yellow Submarine in German or disco hits
in Finnish (Kung-Fu Fighting strikes me). Has anybody heard
Any Women can be a Lesbian?
This is just to give you some understanding of sunkedelia. Or rather,
if it can be understood is in doubt - but you can at least recognize it,
enjoy it and sing along.
Me and Martin discussed Johnny Bode and I hope to later borrow his biography.
Bode was a real scoundrel without any ethics whatsoever; he joined the
Nazis during WWII but then tried to cheat even them. Trampe tried to sell
his idea of a sunkedelic band and noted a known Swedish fan whose father
was in that porno flick had made inquiries about it. Rosalba, that lively
Italian (living in Sweden since many years) enjoyed the Pizza Song
(I learned that a bussola is a compass), and also told me she
had extra-work as cleaning lady for the SF Bookstore in Stockholm. An
interesting newcomer was Stefan, who does independent
TV documentaries. He had lots of stories (you sort of half shout some
sort of dialogue between and during songs) and said he had access to unique
material from the big SVT company archives, like the national idols and
entertainers Hasse & Tage's attempts in English (Martin wanted a copy
and I hope to be next in line for that.)
On Sunkit you tend to get a lot of gossip, that is - gossip about entertainers
and showbiz from many decades ago!
There have been Super Evenings on Sunkit; we all remember when Martin
let lose his Casanova genes and had all the lovesick girls surrounding
him. (My report from that became legendary.) I was a bit tired and went
home before twelve (Sunkit closes at 1 AM, always with Lasse Berghagen's
syrup-sleazy It's the end, it's the end, it's over now), but
it was a nice Sunkit evening. Until then I had sang along until my voice
simply gave up, but stayed away from the crowded dance floor. It was so
crowded that if the ladies came any closer to the wall where our gang
was positioned, I'd have to report them for rape.
Finally a warning: If you dare to challenge your estethics and taste
by visiting Sunkit, it will take you a couple of tries to get the hang
of the place, before you know what it's all about and you start to learn
fragments of lyrics for the sing along.
(There are pictures from different
Sunkit evenings on this website.)
By Ahrvid Engholm
Published December 18, 2005
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