It has come to my attention that most of my Swedish friends and all of my American friends haven’t any idea who Momus is. No, not the Greek god of satire although he is superb at basically that; Momus is Nicholas Currie, the 49-year-old originally-hailing-from-Scotland now-living-in-Berlin musician and journalist who has been releasing albums since the year I was born.

This man is my only celebrity idol (is he considered a celebrity?) as he acts like an actual person instead of a media whore with space to spare in their heads. He has an amazingly brilliant mind, a fantastic sense of humour and person, amusing lyrics, and I must mention, he does have great fashion sense: he’s always mismatching patterns, using bright colours, and wearing giant hats that would look silly on anyone else. He’s inspiring. Why don’t you people know about him? I don’t understand you.

Momus keeps a LiveJournal blog which is one of the very few reasons I ever go back to that website. He writes about a myriad of interesting things because he is an interesting person. The list of things he writes about varies from musicians he appreciates, modern architecture, excursions to book stores and tiny cafés, things I cannot begin to describe in a list, or his recent returns to Japan where he catches the eyes of women and compares himself to Japanese popstars. I am a fan; Why aren’t you?

If you still aren’t convinced of listening to his twenty-one or so albums in one day, there is no hope for you yet. But I’m certain that after my slight persuasion and your initial lack of interest, you will wake up sweating in the middle of the night, remembering this blog post, and do what is right which is help me this summer in persuading a friendly, local (Stockholm) promoter to get a venue for Momus. How about it?