Back in the glory days of the winter olympics of Lillehammer'94 I was an unknown sportswriter for the Scandinavian press, and rock 'n' roll was killing my life.

Towards the end of my favourite event, held within what some folks call "the greatest show on earth", I had a horrible accident, which turned out to be a stroke of luck.

I was in a coma for [5 days] a week and all I remember from that moment in a coma was a feast of sound that might also be known to man as clicks and cuts with a splash of IDM. That beautiful techno had a permanent effect on my inner child, a child that I had up to that moment in time lost all contact with and of course not nourished properly.

When I came to my senses I was told by my doctor and his nurse that the tunes that perhaps saved my sences came from two bodies in a band called Vindva Mei.

The doctor was a true believer in science but the nurse explained to me, when the doctor fell a sleep, the nature of this music. That it was a tribal gathering of sounds from surgical tools and medical equipments, with a little help from what the duo called "the human touch - the hands that heal". Since then the boys have renewed their instruments and the good old hospital days are over. They still have what it takes to nourish my inner child and have time and again rekindled the fire in my belly.

I love those boys.

Lillehammer 2003, Aggi Egga.

Vindva Mei: The End of Matter [mp3]

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