Palle Svensson grew up in a musical family.
At age four he climbed onto the throne of a shitty Shiro drumkit.
At age 12 he learned to program his first sounds on a lovely commodore64.
His dad, a good guitarplayer and hi-fi nerd, gave him a guitar on his 13th birthday.
One day a synth gave him an electric shock that forever turned him into a kid, noodler and a dreamer.
Evelon was a name of this kid, mentioned in an intense dream, sketched down on paper one morning in 1998.
Many were the song-ideas on tape, that didn’t get recorded professionally with his band at the time: Stanton.
12 songs, Evelon’s first album in 1999, contained songs that were singer/songwriter, powerpop and folk.
Evelon was put to sleep inside an ice-chamber, for not interfering with the very active life of Palle Svensson.
Knowledge and experience gained – music school, degree in soundengineering, webdesigner and girlfriends.
Four years as touring musician, drummer and singer, while running a recordingstudio far from civilization.
2008 was the year when Evelon was brought back to life, full of vivid dreams from years of sleeping.
Still a kid, slightly shy, still fond of hex code och coca cola.
Enjoying random, structured, synthtic and organic sounds.
Often in a pretty dark, computer-screen lit room.
Long nights and even some long mornings.
Meditative drones and coins in jars.
Tracker commands and soldering.
Mics and wavs.