This mixtape is so solid that it qualifies as an album imo.

Favorite song: November 18th

I love winter. Actually I hate it, but I love seeing other people depressed.

Lemme explain..

Every summer, I see my lady friends breaking up with their boyfriends or fooling around with other guys. Why? Cause they get what I like to call sommarluft.

Picture this..

It’s a warm July afternoon and Ms. Anonymous is at the beach. She’s not wearing much. Showing off her new tan. And her fine forms that God blessed her with. She’s looking reeeal fine.

What happens? She gets hundreds of compliments. All kinds of guys approach her. She starts talking to some of them, you know – the good looking ones. She exchanges digits with a few of them on some casual shit – she doesn’t do anything with them cause at the end of the day she still has a boyfriend.

Shortly after she starts thinking to herself: HOOOOLD UP. Why am I wasting my time with Mr Anonymous when I could be enjoying life? Why not date all these wonderful guys who seem to appreciate me so much? Hell, I’m young and sexy, I can’t let a man tie me down!

So what does she do about her man? She either:

A) Leaves his ass
B) Cheats on his ass.

Now we get to the juicy part..

She has her little fun, does her little dating thing and fools around with different guys. It’s all great. Until winter hits.

Now it’s too cold to be walking around in a biniki. No more guys at the beach giving her compliments. No more BBQ parties. None of that. She’s stuck at home. Alone. Eating Ben & Jerry’s and watching reruns of Sex in the City. None of friends are available cause they’re with their boyfriends getting cozy making gingerbread houses and decorating the Christmas tree.

So ladies, please, for your own sake – don’t get sommarluft this year. You’ll end up being alone all winter wishing your ex was around to keep you warm.

this cracked me up

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Favorite song: Still Don’t Give A Fuck

Favorite song: Smooth Criminal

Favorite song: High and Dry

Favorite song: Ex-Factor

I was recently interviewed by Norwegian magazine Urbanshop which just got posted online.

Check it out baby

Note that unless you’re from Scandinavia you might have a hard time understanding it.

Rebstar & Emilio opening up for Jay Sean in Copenhagen on Friday.

Buy your tickets here.

I recently did an interview for Swedish newspaper Sydsvenskan.

If understand Swedish you can read it online

long days and longer nights have become a norm for me. trust believe me, I love sleeping, I just I haven’t had time to sleep lately. I need to finish writing one more song for Arrival and record 2 other tracks and we’re done. I’ve been multitasking like a motherf lately and that’s without saying. 2010 has been good to me so far but I don’t want to get caught up in the hype so I’ve been thoroughly working on my next move. i’m blessed with an amazing team of raw talent. an invasion is in the works. for the non believers, just wait and watch.

International release this spring. Cover by Eric Dahlerus. Photo by Rebecka Ibarra.

Being a law school drop out automatically raises the eyebrow whenever the topic of success is being mentioned in a conversation. I’ve always excelled academically but never been enthusiastic about school. I had a nonchalant I-don’t-give-a-fuck mentality.

I vowed that if I’d get to speak for my class on graduation day, my speech would be fuck school, I haven’t learned shit.

Quite rebellious, I know. Fortunately for my school, I was not picked to hold a speech. Nevertheless I was excited to get it over with. I’m not saying it’s cool to drop out of school, far from it. If anything, it turns you into an outcast. At least that’s what it did in my case. But it’s not for everyone either.

School is kinda like limbo – you don’t really know what you’re doing there. It’s just a waiting process. Like a standby flight ticket. You’re all there waiting for something, but you don’t know where you’ll end up. I knew what I wanted to do so I I decided to take a shortcut. I’m on the pursuit of moola. If I get there, then yippi-fucking-yay. If not? Fuck it, at least I had fun trying.

“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.”

Check it out hier

For those who missed it, listen to the interview here

I’m leaving town on Monday and I don’t know when I’ll be back exactly. I’m doing a promo run in Stockholm and shortly after I’ll be going to Helsinki and thereafter Paris. And after that? Je sais pas. We’ll see. Hopefully I won’t be gone for too long. I mean, you won’t miss me cause I’ll be online but I won’t be at home.

It’s the first time in a long time I really feel that things are happening. And they’re happening fast. I’m about to get the fuck out of dodge, the question is – are you coming with me?

Photos by Rebecka Ibarra.

Check out the rest of the shots here

The homie Manuel Concha’s film Mañana is nominated for a Guldbagge, which is a pretty fucking big deal.

Vote or die

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Vinnaren av Red Bull tävlingen annonseras slutet av veckan.

Nästa vecka delar vi ut fler priser so stay tuned.

Play responsibly!

Rebstar – Down

Here’s the new single. Produced by DJ Pain 1

Download: Rebstar – Down

Rebstar’s Arrival coming sooner than you think. Let’s go!

If I were a…

If I were a month, I’d be March
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Saturday
If I were a time of day, I’d be midnight
If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a turtle
If I were a direction, I’d be left
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a stained sofa
If I were a liquid, I’d be pineapple juice
If I were a gemstone, I’d be the one you buy your wife for your 20th anniversary
If I were a tree, I’d be a christmas tree
If I were a tool, I’d be a screwdriver
If I were a flower, I’d be of a species you can’t pronounce
If I were a kind of weather, I’d make it rain
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be the black keys on a piano
If I were a color, I’d be pink
If I were an emotion, I’d be hopeful
If I were a fruit, I’d be a pineapple
If I were a sound, I’d be the loud one
If I were an element, I’d be oxygen
If I were a car, I’d be a Jaguar
If I were a food, I’d be lasagna
If I were a place, I’d be Disneyland
If I were a material, I’d be silk
If I were a taste, I’d be spicy
If I were a scent, I’d be vanilla
If I were an object, I’d be at an art gallery
If I were a body part, I’d be a heart
If I were a facial expression, I’d be :D
If I were a song, I’d be Owl City – Vanilla Twilight
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be slippers

The year is soon over and it’s time to turn the leaf. New decade. New adventures. This year has been a roller coaster ride and I can proudly say that I’ve learned a lot. Single out in January. New artists making their debuts late spring. Excited to see what people think. Let’s get em

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I don’t know what to say about this

Designed and built by Swedish Leif Garvin. This guy is my hero

After thorough contemplation I have finalized my wish list. Friends, colleagues, family and acquaintances – below you will find my desired gifts which I have based on the the asserted value of your love for me. I do not expect you to get me everything on the list, but you sure as hell will get me something. There’s no way getting out of it.

• Amazon gift certificate (minimum value of $25)
• Long sleeve t-shirts
• A Nintendo DS-controller belt buckle
• My sound system from my old apartment (LP player, amplifier, eq)
• Black gloves
• Black skully
• Silk morning gown
• Bathroom TV
• Kitchen TV
• Rubiks Touchcube
• Wireless surveillance camera
• 1 year subscription to Mobile Me
• Renewing my subscription to GQ
• Drinking chessboard
• A date with Eliza Dushku  or Mila Kunis..or both (christmas gift + early bday gift combined)

Heads up. We’re coming soon pawwws

It’s funny cause it’s true

I’m so sick. And not in the Ne-Yo sense. Since I came back home I’ve felt how my body gradually has gotten worse and worse.

Let’s face it, it could be anything. Common cold? Probably. Burnout? Possibly. Swine flu? Maybe.

I’m a hypochondriac which would explain my concern but regardless I’d like to take the time to apologize to all the pigs I have so viciously consumed over the past years.

If you are the next of kin and are reading this, I vehemently apologize and beg you for forgiveness. I did not mean to hurt any pigs, I did not mean to be a pork eater/killer, but it just tastes so fucking good.

On a train back home with so much on my mind. Everyone in this wagon is dead asleep. I see them all but they dont see me. Eyes shut. I see things in slow motion. Everything. It’s giving me time to think and act before anyone else does. By the time everyone wakes up I’ll be long gone. On another planet.   I’m somewhere close. Will you understand this? I guess not.

110 minutes to go

I noticed something you tried to cover up and it’s surreal to me cause I never expected you to do something like that. But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.

I miss my bed. I need to recharge my batteries, no amount of Red Bull shots and loud music can hold a candle to a good night’s sleep.

Im not angry anymore. At who? At life. More forgiving. More understanding.  Will it help? I think maybe.

Crack on repeat until I say goodnight moon.

I’ve heard that this show is great. I’ve never seen it so I’m about to check it out. First season on deck let’s go

i’ve been so busy recording the past few days that I’ve totally forgotten there’s an outside world. Knocked out a joint today which I’m hoping to put out before Christmas, just gotta get my dude on the hook and we’re good. The song basically sums up what I’ve been going through and feeling recently. On the real, if I keep going at this pace I could drop 2 albums ready by new years. Belee dat!

Our friends are Red Bull hooked us up with their new drink: Energy Shots. Haven’t tried one yet but apparently it’s better than an actual Red Bull. I’m feeling the USB. Good lookin yaa dig! Guess who’s gonna be up all night writing songs?!

Writing a few songs for an artist I’m working with. Penning something special on that singing tip. Who woulda known?

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I have this period between getting singles mastered and releasing them in which I just relax. Cell phones off. E-mails disconnected. Me-time. I’m about to release my next single in the coming weeks and I’m already anxious to share it with people. You know I ended up re-writing the blueprint to my mixtape during the summer when Eurokids came to town. Since then I’ve had the pleasure of working with a lot of great people. But most importantly I’ve found myself as an artist. I know what I want to do. And I’ve finally learned how to do it.

It wasn’t easy though. When you let too many people get involved in your project, you’re going to lose track of what you want. Too many chefs in the kitchen. That’s why I’ve decided to release this mixtape independently without compromising my artistic integrity. What you see is what you’ll get. When you’re faced with a fork in the road like I was there’s only one thing to do: Follow your dream.

Ethav’s debut single ‘Sleep’

Music video by Domestic Infelicity.

by Jeff Thomas

• 1. Women: You don’t need the shortest skirt or tightest top to look sexy. Leave some room for the imagination.
• 2. Be comfortable in what you wear. Half of the time it’s not about what you wear, but how you wear it.
• 3. Pay attention to detail. Not just in clothes. But life. There’s too much beauty in the world that’s overlooked daily.
• 4. Everyone needs at least one pair of sunglasses, period.
• 5. Don’t under any circumstance wear anything fake. The clothes on you represent how you feel. If you sport a fake Burberry scarf, what does that say about you?

What does MTV stand for? Do you even remember?

Am I the only one who hates reality TV? Half of the shows on MTV don’t even have anything to do with music. I thought MTV stood for Music Television? How many hours of music do they even play daily? 3? It’s all about the ratings. I get that. But it’s a shame when MTV plays an instrumental role in the upbringing of today’s youth.

I’m not trying to sound preachy. Far from it. It would just be nice if they’d take the opportunity to inspire us musically rather than just thinking about how they’re gonna come up with an even worse reality show than the last. Just my 2 öre.

Sitting here excited as fuck setting up my new Pro Tools system. The main reason I got this is cause everyone I work with seems to use Pro Tools. So when they send me their sessions I always have to find someone with Pro Tools who can open the sessions for me and bounce everything. But no more, nah, now I’m safe. The best part is that it didn’t cost me a dime..I can get used to these perks *smile*

Directed by Manuel Concha (Rebstar ft. Trey Songz – Without You)

Nothing beats the original.

Would you sacrifice your own life to save another’s?

Emilio Baby Mike & Rebstar in full effect. Who can spot us?

So I saw the Weezy documentary last night. It was coo I guess, but as always I was hoping for more. There’s more sizzurp drinkin than anything else though. Oh, and a lot of recording sessions.

If you haven’t heard No Ceilings you’re missing out. Wayne is back at it with the mixtape spit. Dopest joint?

You know it.. Lil Wayne – Single

Lunch at Hai was decent. Studio session was dope. I’ll be ready with this joint called Down after the weekend (what’s good Pain 1?). I have a new rule: no cellphones in the booth. I don’t give a fuck how important you are, you don’t bring your phones with you. Keep that shit off.

I’ve hopped on Emilio’s Workout Plan (coming soon). Lifting weights with that dude is rough. You end up sore as a bitch. I could use a massage right about now. Who’s got some body lotion?

The tool to my craft. My weapon. I picked up this little thing a few days ago. Classic. If you don’t know go ask somebody. Recording golden moments. The studio lockdown continues.

There’s something with chaos that I find beautiful. There’s nothing sexier than a feisty broad getting all worked up over something. Another thing I enjoy is being in the middle of a shit storm. Thinking you’re reliving a scene from The Day After Tomorrow. Having a last quickie with the girl before the world comes to its end. Doesn’t everyone want that?

The sky is bleeding tonight. Poetic, I know. I’m gonna call it a night and sleep through the storm.

So I finally got my Macbook Pro yesterday. It’s been a bitch transferring all my files from my previous computer over to this one. It kinda feels like when you’re at your ex girl’s place picking up clothes that you’ve left there. You find shit you didn’t even know you had..embarrassing photos, dirty laundry.

Anyway I always need a change of scenery so I’ll be out of town for the weekend working on a few songs for a DJ who reached out. I think he’ll be releasing one of them next week called Shawty Wants Me.

Time to mack with the mac

The greatest role ever played.

If there’s a manager equivalent to Ari Emanuel in the music business, someone holla at me.

Any movie by Quentin Tarantino is a classic in my book, but the one that I hold nearest to my heart is Pulp Fiction. I’m sure many of you will agree with me when I say that Pulp Fiction is probably the best film to come out in the 90’s.

What’s more entertaining than Samuel L Jackson and John Travolta debating the sensuality in foot massages.  It QT’s best work ever and probably the most quotable flick of its decade. Let alone Samuel’s infamous “English motherfucker, do you speak it?!” dialogue.

If I could act – which I can’t, and most likely never will – the ultimate high would be to star in a Tarantino film. Just talking shit and cussing everyone out. That’s life.

Now I don’t know about you, but I could go for a five dollar shake right about now.

Guess who got featured in Cred Magazine’s winter issue.

T o read the online version go to page 58 here.