I’ve made myself inversely dependent of Max Martin. Me and my fellow musicians in the various constellations I was part of in my adolescent years continuously referred both explicitly and implicitly to Max Martin and his likes during our heated discussions in the rehearsal room. I think that the French philosopher Jacques Derrida can be of help in understanding this aspect of my identity as a musician. He has argued that every categorization is always a matter of postponing the question of what the categorized thing really is. To put it more clearly: When I ask myself “Who am I” there are a lot of answers to that question, and some of the answers are probably even mutually exclusive. There is no straight answer, so the only way to deal with the question is to postpone the actual answer by defining myself in terms what I’m not. And for example, when writing music and playing gigs, I’m not commercial, not a sell-out (obviously, since I hardly make any money out of my music). I am not Max Martin.