J.P. Kallio

Author name: J.P. Kallio

“Hey darling, don’t you worry about me. This is the life I was meant to live. I always loved the wide open road. And I always loved to sing my songs”   I am a Finnish-born singer-songwriter and an acoustic guitar slinger, spent most of my life in Dublin. Passion for writing honest songs about life. Everything you say might end up in one of my songs.

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Quick tip 55 Momentum

J.P. Kallio / March 20, 2015

It is hard work to get the momentum going in the music business. But once you start to have that […]

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Troubled

J.P. Kallio / March 20, 2015

Today’s song “Troubled” is the last song from the new album “After The Storm”, which will be out on the

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Quick tip 54 Facebook update

J.P. Kallio / March 19, 2015

Today’s quick tip is not as much a tip of what to do, but a short explanation why you should

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Pointing out the flaws

J.P. Kallio / March 19, 2015

We seem to be masters at pointing out the flaws, even if it is in something we know very little

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Quick tip 53 Patience

J.P. Kallio / March 18, 2015

When you are starting your career in music, you naturally try to emulate what the big stars do. As a

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Magical ingredient

J.P. Kallio / March 18, 2015

I am back from Sliotar’s St. Patrick’s day show in The Porterhouse. It was the bands 18th birthday. I have

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Quick tip 52 Know what you want

J.P. Kallio / March 17, 2015

When you set out to climb a mountain, your target is to reach the summit. You work towards that goal,

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What makes you happy?

J.P. Kallio / March 17, 2015

When your back is against the wall and you don’t know where to go, that is when you are truly

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Quick tip 51 Do something different

J.P. Kallio / March 16, 2015

Here’s one I got reminded of lately. As musicians we need to learn our own field of music. No matter

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True men

J.P. Kallio / March 16, 2015

Sometimes I get tired of screaming against a gale force wind. You shout from the bottom of your lungs and