Written as a celebration of the solo efforts, but also a cynical look at the shape of music business politics and the state of certain fanship.
There is a story to go with this actually. I was lucky to be at the Hanover Grand show. It was a show that altered my life. I stood watching the horde trying to get their piece of Morten and I suddenly realised I couldn't do it anymore, couldn't be around the madness. It is really hard to explain, but I was ashamed to be around it - OK, certain events regarding Morten made it difficult to watch the deep level of disrespect. I went home and cried for hours, listening to the tape recording of the show and realising it was coming to a point when I would have to leave it all behind.
So I moved away from home, deliberately didn't go to gigs and in three months decided to do the study to get into University. Weird!!
Naturally "Lackluster Me" was powerful and all engrossing and touring started again, as did the involvement. I will always remember that club though. This issue pretty much sums up my anger and cynacism at this period.
So, not only a Lone Walk for the band, but for me too..