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IN MEMORIAM TORE YLVISAKER (19702024)
 
Where to even begin? Our friend for the better part of our adult lives is gone. He chose to leave life on what would be his 54th birthday, 16 August. It is excruciating.
 
Rewind: We Kris and Jørn met Tore in 1997, Endless Sound Studio, 3rd floor, Grønlandsleiret 14. Immediate bonds were formed, and Ulver began metamorphosing into the bastard it has become. First with the Blake album, a process that took well over a year, with Tore and Kris living in the studio, literally, and growing ever closer. Then came Perdition City, soundtracks and silence. When Endless ended, we moved up to Tores apartment on the 5th floor. Blood, sweat and tears.
 
After Shadows a eulogy in itself we headed from Grønlandsleiret to Crystal Canyon, 2nd floor, Gøteborggata 27B, and the band became bigger. Different. A collective, as many call it. This was, in retrospect, maybe a sign that we had been churning down the rabbit hole for so long, a decade in the machines, we needed some air and new impulses. We started to play live, we travelled, we had lots of fun under the sun. We also had some problems around this time, but we got through.
 
Since Canyon the constellation has been more mercurial, involving more people, all stars in their own right: Ole Alexander Halstensgård, Anders Møller, Tomas Pettersen, Daniel OSullivan, Ivar Thormodsæter, Stian Westerhus, Chris Fullard, Kristin Bøyesen and countless others. It has felt like one big family, and now one of its elders is gone.
 
Tore was always there, either with the vacuum cleaner or some vintage synth, patching or programming things. The wizard, the caretaker. He cared so much for the processes and mechanics of it all, and his technical expertise was and is unsurpassed, both studio and stage. He was a pro, and we are so glad to have been around him when he was in his element, happy and sparkly. Full of zest, and with this big grin that could make anyone feel like you were his best buddy, just like that.
 
So many have been touched blessed by Tores presence, his enthusiasm and knowledge. In more recent years also through GOBS, Gamle Oslo Backline Service, which he established around the time we assassinated Caesar. Polishing drum skins, rigging up and down hardware, driving around Oslo with gear and equipment to various venues or festivals. Self-sacrificing, down-to-earth, a man of the people!
 
Easy to love. One of a kind. And endlessly kind.
 
But there have been hard times too, of course. Differences. Wear and tear. Friction. Sadly and it makes this hurt even more, and may come as a surprise to many we did not have much contact these last few years. We only bring this up because, well, people be complicated, and bands even more so.
 
In the end we are human, all too human. Marked by age and ennui, family and duty, love and loss. Where did the good times go? Ouch, my back! Where are my glasses?
 
It is not easy.
 
Autumn falls.
 
We were relieved when we heard Tore had moved up north, to spend time with and take care of his old folks, and to find space and focus on making music again, music that would be just him. This is something he had talked about for years, and we thought perhaps naively that maybe this was exactly what he needed at this point. We always figured we would find together again, like we have before, and, with time, become those old morons sitting on the porch of the retirement home, sipping sherry and pretending its a tour bus.
 
Oh, how we will remember our insane jargon, the parties, the places, the people. The shared life, as brothers in arms. Just thinking about all the weird shit weve been through together, through thick and thin, for 25 years as close friends, companions and co-conspirators.
 
We will remember Tore as the gentle, genuine, generous and, eh, weird motherfucker he was we all agree on this terminology, and probably he would as well. The feelz that could only come from our very own mad professor, his unique approach to chords, scales, his inherent musicality fingerspitzgefühl which has defined too many of our songs and releases to mention.
 
Let it be said and heard: Ulver would never be what it is without him. Everyone knows this, and feels it deeply. We loved him. Love him.
 
It is painful to think of our brother now, his last days. Lord knows what was going through his mind. Tore leaving us like this is a crushing reminder that all good things come to an end. Sometimes sooner, more sudden than we are ready for.
 
That death is part of this life.
 
We all know this. But it is hard to accept. We will never see our friend again. Its totally absurd.
 
It hurts.
 
Thank you so much, all of you who have written, reached out, sent flowers and shared your memories with us these last days. We are moved and grateful. It is testament to how much Tore has meant, mattered.
 
As many have already said: he will live forever in the music.
 
We are glad to be in touch with Tores family, all of whom are the warmest and most wonderful people. Solid wood, as we say up here north. Our deepest sympathies go to them. They have told us that there exists some music from Tores final days, Hemingway-style in an old house up in Elsfjorden. We will look into this in due time, in cooperation with them and his love of over a decade, Ingrid dearest.
 
As for the rest of us, we have been together this last week, reminiscing and comforting each other, and we believe that the only sane response at this time is to carry on. We have no choice. We have to keep living, howling, holding on to the things that give our lives purpose. Music. Even without Tore.
 
Now and forever a big black hole in our hearts.
 
Farewell, dearest brother. You are legend. We miss you deeply.
 
Ulver, Oslo, 26 August 2024