Udover kriminalserier som Rejseholdet og Forbrydelsen er en af mine store inspirationskilder til Løgstør også musik. Især danske Allan Olsen og hans amerikanske forbillede Bruce Springsteen rammer meget vel den tone, jeg gerne vil opnå i scenariet. Springsteen og Olsen kan begge noget med at ramme en lille historie om almindelige mennesker og trække den op på et nærmest episk niveau. Og ingen kan som Springsteen ramme den her stemning af provins, sammenhold og alligevel dyb alvor, som er en stor del af stemningen i Løgstør. Det kommer f.eks. meget tydeligt frem i sangen Highway Patrolman fra pladen Nebraska (du kan i øvrigt se en video til sangen her – desværre kan jeg ikke få Wordpress til at embedde videoer direkte):

“My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state
I’m a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8
I always done an honest job as honest as I could
I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain’t no good

Now ever since we was young kids it’s been the same come down
I get a call over the radio Franky’s in trouble downtown
Well if it was any other man, I’d put him straight away
But when it’s your brother sometimes you look the other way

Me and Franky laughin’ and drinkin’ nothin’ feels better than blood on blood
Takin’ turns dancin’ with Maria as the band played “Night of the Johnstown Flood”
I catch him when he’s strayin’ like any brother would
Man turns his back on his family well he just ain’t no good

Well Franky went in the army back in 1965 I got a farm deferment settled down took Maria for my wife
But them wheat prices kept on droppin’ till it was like we were gettin’ robbed
Franky came home in ‘68 and me I took this job

Yea we’re laughin’ and drinkin’ nothin’ feels better than blood on blood
Takin’ turns dancin’ with Maria as the band played “Night of the Johnstown Flood”
I catch him when he’s strayin’, teach him how to walk that line
Man turns his back on his family he ain’t no friend of mine

The night was like any other, I got a call ’bout quarter to nine
There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
There was a kid lyin’ on the floor lookin’ bad, bleedin’ hard from his head there was a girl cryin’ at a table, it was Frank they said
Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights
I must of done 110 through Michigan county that night

It was out at the crossroads down round Willow bank
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank
Well I chased him through them county roads till a sign said Canadian border 5 miles from here
I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear

Me and Franky laughin’ and drinkin’ nothin’ feels better than blood on blood
Takin’ turns dancin’ with Maria as the band played “Night of the Johnstown Flood”
I catch him when he’s strayin’ like any brother would
Man turns his back on his family well he just ain’t no good”
Bruce Springsteen, Highway Patrolman

En sang af Allan Olsen, der også rammer tingene fantasisk er “Når en ung mand slår ihjel”:

“jeg havde ham i skolen
han var ikke blandt de dummeste
en ud af mange men som regel flink og reel
nu spør’ man sig selv
hvem det er der har svigtet
når en ung mand som ham
slår en ung mand ihjel

familien kom til byen en vinter
det hed sig de flygtede fra en fortid i håbløs gæld
manden blev graver
og konen var vist mere end almindeligt venlig
stakkels mennesker nu har sønnen
slået en ung mand ihjel

han stod her en aften for nylig og bankede på døren
han ville fortælle om en film han havde set
der hed ulves kald
jeg lagde en hånd på hans skulder da han gik og sagde
det snakker vi om i morgen
hr. journalist nu sir’ de det var ham
der slog en ung mand ihjel

jeg sad ved mit skrivebord i aftes
og kiggede på min blyant
den lå så stille på papiret som om den sov
jeg samlede den op og bøjede den
til den knækkede med et lille smæld
knækkede som en ung mand
der slog en ung mand ihjel”
Allan Olsen, Når en ung mand slår ihjel