Lee Hazlewood, the man who composed ‘These boots are made for walking’, spent a period of his life in the 1970s on Vallhallavägen in Stockholm.
“I have adopted Sweden, even if I’m not sure whether Sweden has adopted me,” he told Svenska Dagbladet in a recent interview (in Swedish).
Hazlewood catalogued his time here on the album Cowboy in Sweden. Pitchfork says:
… Cowboy in Sweden isn’t some meaningless product of pure whimsy made by an LSD-dosed cowboy bullshit artist. In a weird way, Cowboy in Sweden is actually a minor masterpiece of oddball genius– and damn tough to pigeonhole.
Now the old drifter is running out of time:
Lee Hazlewood is ready to die. Suffering excruciating pain from renal cancer, the reclusive singer, songwriter and producer doesn’t have much time left – a year if he’s lucky. So he has been preparing for what he calls his impending “dirt nap”.
He has decided he wants to be cremated, and to have his ashes strewn on a Swedish island where he composed some of his favourite songs. He has chosen his epitaph: “Didn’t he ramble”, referring to his loner-drifter nature.