Crossfire Catches Up With Peter Dolving

Through the medium of blogging, Haunted frontman Peter Dolving has become an unlikely subject of intense scrutiny, with many of his innermost thoughts and opinions frequenting the site’s news stories and chat bulletins quicker than most people shit after a night at a Curry House. Crossfire’s metallic veteran Ryan Bird recently caught up with the front man to discuss life as Blabbermouth’s most outspoken and accidental resident…

Hello. How are you, sir?

-Pretty god damned good, though I'm sorer than a whore’s ass! I started working out again a couple of weeks ago; new trainer, new regime. Harsh but good as gold.

Where in the world can we find you today?

-Farting around in my house in the woods outside Gothenburg. I spent the morning eating cookies with my kids at their school.

What does a typical day in the world of Peter Dolving entail – both on and off the road?

-At home: Laundry, vacuum cleaning, picking up toys and listening to the neverending rantings of two little Dolvings, who incidentally make me pale in comparison. And I train, sleep and eat. Chop wood, you know - I have a life pretty much.

-On tour: Sleep, get a massage, read, watch movies and try to not get involved with groupies or drugs.

You seem to have attracted a lot of attention with regards to your personal blog lately – particularly via Blabbermouth. Why do you think people focus so intently on your views when there are so many other artists out there with a similar thought log?

-Maybe ‘cause I'm so damned handsome? I’m fucked if I know. I should do a survey - I'm sure that would get the appreciation with the nose pickers cruising Blabbermouth.

Do you find it quite flattering or just plain amusing that people choose to single you out in such a way?

-I think it's mostly fodder for my weak ego. Otherwise I probably wouldn't keep doing it. As far as I know anyone so apt to talk and write about his emotions like myself have issues, big fucking slabs of the shit and yes, this is part of me dealing with it. But again, I think I'd probably still do it if I was a fairly balanced dude. There's some greater sense of pathos that just enjoy starting shit with assholes who deserve being fucked with. I have to bite my lip not to get into shit sitting at a diner sometimes. Basically - sexists, homophobes, racist, and outright oppressive powertripper fascism pisses me off. What am I supposed to do? Shut up because it's the cool thing to do? Fuck that. I live now. I don't have another life to do things in.

Read the full article at Caught in the Crossfire.

Source: Caught in the Crossfire