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Leslie Paris Viking


iida heard music for the first time when she as a child was brought along to listen to her parents playing Swedish folk music. She became enchanted by the haunting, melancholic sound of the music and started to play the violin at the age of five. It didn’t take long before she discovered her own voice and how she could use it to fill the gaps and spaces around her.

In 2008 iida came to Stockholm to study and work with music. iida studied both classical singing, and the african american singing genres and style, as well as violin for folk music and pop. And right there, iida´s music dwells. Her songs are like an open journey between these two fields of music. A journey with great flow and lots of energy. And to be completely ho...

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The colors faded, and the light fell, on the date of the last warmth on the thirty first. The trees wilted, and the birds flew from them- carrying the sun upon their wings. The clouds gathered closer, and grew grey from the reminiscence of the summer's spoils. The nights were more quiet then. Shadows grew longer. And the faces of wise men fell a little lower, just as did the horizon behind the country hills.
But before the last bird flew, and the last color faded; before remains became the wind, and the darkness grew darker, a sound came from traveling feet and lost eyes. A new color bled through the trees and a new song dripped from the leaves. And beyond the country hills, it was said by wise men, to be Brittsommar. Read mo...

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