decided not to...

...blogg while drunk, and I'm doing it again... (viking; I totally agree on your latest comment so I withdrew the whole statement as I was drunk and got upset over the news when I came from town; I totally agree with you... Thats the censorship...but I still need a good illustration for my point...)

Today has been quite a day; I worked untill like five this morning, drank untill eight, took the boat to my mom and slept for four hours untill awakened by a shovel of snow being tossed into my bed by my younger brother, with my elder brother grinning in the background. The occasion was that my mother is moving these days, and we had to come along to clean up her loft; or rather being part of what to throw and what to keep since like we where born. A pretty weird experience, as memories I've filed under "temp files" or "deleteable once", came along with the amusement of loads of nice things I've just filed wrong during the years and really want to keep and bring with me further in life. I managed to be somewhat strict as I ended up with one box; half memories and half useable stuff. It was a pretty demanding experience no matter what...

After that I went to another chapter in the "pönk" series at work. It's not punk, but jazz we are talking about. As I lost the first part of the concert with Håkon Kornstad Solo, I came just as the first song of Anders Hana/Per Zanussi/Morten Qvenlid started. I couldn't quite follow the concert untill the second "song", so I think I lost abit, but the concert was perfect for today, and even weirder than unpacking and sorting all my childhood memories. The trio played experimental noise, I thought, but after a while a pattern seemed to merge, and I got the impression that they wanted it to sound like casual jamming and incidents, but after listening I got one clear view, I don't know if the musicians agree with it, but I think they have really spend time studying this. This is probably coloured by my childhood flash backs earlier today, but;

1. I think these guys went back to the entertainment industry in total; music, movies and computer games.
2. I think these guys went way back to find both their amusements and fun as kids, as well as what scared the shit out of them.
3. I think they combined point 2 very delibrately, to create some hell of scary shit.
   

The songs, or rather numbers, played was filled with scary sounds and, at times, tunes from horror movies(they didn't rip these), but it sounded like the sum of all nightmares I had after watching movies from childhood, but then again, I might be coloured by todays events. Then they suddenly turned this over into a cacaphony of what may sound like standing in the coolest game-arcade in the late eighties/early ninties hearing all the sounds at the same level (the bass was playing the shooting games, some flipper machine was at work, and at the same time the organ was plaing nintendo or anything else like supermario, while there was some "game over"-like, sad soundtrack underneath), then to suddenly switch into somehing that sounded like an old cassette-tape unable to play, sounding like something played backwards, just to turn over into a total scary experience again... Experiencing the shining, the ring, and the grudge, while watching white noise and dreaming of my childhood wet-dream of disneyland; all at the same time... Exelent and scary!

met that...

...blind-dategirl again yesterday, or she seeked me out at work... Øystein knocks on my shoulder and says that make-out-girl of yours wanna talk to you. Totally smashed with whiskey all over, as a hole bottle had leaked in her purse, she just say hi, and stares for a while, before stating she wants to make out(!). I give her a hug and try to explain -hey, I'm at work here and you are totally smashed out. But she wont listen, and tries to make out, so escaping her attempt and trying to talk to her, she just kept on...I suddenly had shitloads of important tasks to do in uttermost haste. How am I supposed to react to that?!? Hopefully she won't remember, or she'll have serious nerves today. This "thing" is getting weirder every time I see that girl, haha!

Anyhow, at last, I required myself a functional sewing-machine again. So I'm hopefully able to patch some of my worn out clothes, and sew some new ones. It's about time since half my wardrobe is stuck in tromsø since by:Larm and the rest could really use some stiches...

It seems I've got...

...to find a new housing scheme. Got a little white envelope on the door the other day telling us that we have not rented this place as a home but as a studio... Kind of weird since we rented it for the last five years or so. The letter was kind of split, so I'm not sure if the actually want us to move out, or if they just want to make a formal statement as to write of their responsibility if something should happen. The weird part was that the letter started and ended with how happy they were about us renting the place, then a point that the ventilation had to be on at all times (wich it is...) so cigarette smoke wouldn't go upstairs... Then the little point on housing, and then again a thingey on how satisfied they were with us as tenants. Not sure where they are heading with this, but we might as well start looking for something new (and both they and us know that they are gonna have a hell of a time finding new tenants) as it is pretty tireing living with a may-happen-or-not eviction hanging over our heads. Anyhow, if anyone know of a suitable studio, preferably with shower and kitchen and at least two rooms for a decent amount, please give a whistle...

Friday was a pretty calm day at work, as the Peter Berry & The Shake Set were playing. Another one of those retro-sixties bands, wich seems to be the thing these days. Not my cup of tea, but Petter and Beatles wore huge grinns.... The place was stuffed, but the crowd was more up to dancing than pushing us around behind the bar. No huzzle, no nada, and a decent tip:)

Saturday was KP's 30th birthday, so I went to the birthdayparty at Taxi takeaway wich is, as opposed to the name, a new and rather good "punkish" or rather "underground" place. The name is taken from the old kebab-kitchen, and perhaps it's just easier to keep than making a new one, or even making a new sign. Nice party with loads of people I rarely see anymore. I also, at last, got to meet Erlend's "new" girlfriend wich was nice as well...

Kobert, a jazzband formed at the music-academy in trondheim, was playing on sunday. There was quite an audience as there had been no advertisement in advance, and the band seemed happy. At times the music seemed playful, and every now and then it went over into Björk territory, and then returned into more standard jazz. The band were solid musicians and delivered good, only bad is that, in my eyes, it got boring at times, but that singer was totally gorgeous... Drool.

Anyhow, put up some new songs from monodelica, and then added some below, enjoy!

• Pretty girls make graves; "the nocturnal house" from élan vital wich is released on april the 11th.
• Mates of state; "fraud in the 80's" from this years bring it back album
• The diggs; "trouble everyday" from last decembers Orange
  

Wow, its been...

...ten days already!?! Well time has spinned pretty fast lately but now I've ended up at home not moving a toenail outside since sunday. Spend the last two days with grand costume movies and escapeing through the world of warcraft, trying to detox my earthly remains... As you can guess there's been another festival:)

This time it was by:Larm in Tromsø, loads of bands, loads of more or less known faces, some food and loads of beer. The highlight, for my part was Animal Alpha, wich I saw two times, meeting Richard Hell (television, Richard Hell and the voidoids), The white birch, and ping. The program was filled with concerts I didn't managed to attend as I was working for the festival newspaper, so I had pretty much to reach over during the evenings. But on the other hand, it was good to have something to hang my fingers on; else it might have been shorter evenings; drinking beer too fast and early topping it with some fernet branca and swoothc out into nowhere... And , just an advice; It's very clever to have a proper housing arrangement (or at least a half desent one and batteries on your cell phone) in advance going to a "city-festival", espescially in wintertime... This festival in Tromsø has been the best festival I've attended in a city centre, Tromsø is small, but still has a huge amount of pubs and scenes in a fairly small area, it tok about a 5 min. walk between the two most distant stages. And be sure to have good time for airport security if you have to transport a 35cm plexi-glas sylinder with loads of wire and something that looks like a detonation device in your backpack insisting on bringing it inside the cabin:)

Ok, I'll try to summarize from last sunday;

• Sunday 5th; Well, was pretty hung over from work, abit tired and pretty curious on who it was I had agree to date on the Death cab concert. So after a Fernet and a beer I went over to Rockefeller, and met up with Børge, and... of course a perifere friend of both my ex and a friend of my flatmates ex! Haha, not a big city:) So as that was kind of not gonna happen, but it was a decent concert (I've had a few difficulties in actually likeing the band, something is very good, but there is a hatch somewhere...), and after we drank some whiskey at cacadou, and ended up sneaking in front of the line at work. Afterall a nice evening.
• Monday 6th; As I didn't attend the heroes for zeroes concert, and nothing really happened this day I'll clear up the note to self about not stealing a ladder before dateing, from the last post. This was my first blind-date, and happened a week before I started blogging I think. Anyhow, this date was like a return favour for a friend who had been on a date with a friend of this girl, so I was supposed to meet her at an indian resturant at eight o'clock or something. Then half past seven, I suddenly get a call from ----- informing me that there is a ladder located ----- , and that I should fetch it and bring it to Blitz as we needed a ladder there the next day; or I needed a ladder to finish some outside decoration's I had been coordinating while barricading the building... Anyhow, after being over 45mins late, and the girl just sending people in front of her in the resturant line for a while I arrived with the very bad excuse; "sorry I'm late, but I had to steal a ladder first..."
• Tuesday 7th; I was working as band contact for the swedish version of Ane Bun; Nina Kinert. The day was pretty calm, and to everybodys big surprice the concert actually drew about 80-100 people. Not bad as loads of people in the audience had never even heard of her before...
  
• Wednesday 8th; This day started out pretty slow, but went pretty eventful during the evening. The Cheaters, The Jessica Fletchers and The Goo Men was playing, and I was working as band contact. As for the last band mentioned, this can be a pretty hazzardious, not to mention fun, experience. After rescuing the band from some self-made deathtraps by removing empty glasses and other impliments of destructions from the stage, leadsinger Arnt almost succeeded in his second attempt to demolish a light bulb over the bar, and I had to run like hell to recover the instruments Gunnar had forgot to bring on stage. Sorry, to The Jessica Fletchers; I owe you a tamburine:)
• Thursday 9th; Woke up with the phone, realizing I had 5 mins to pack, before picking up THE by.Larm price. I was supposed to bring the sculpture itself, as it had failed to get to Tromsø earlier, and so this guy who's gonna hand it over called to tell me he was abit late; perfect! So luckily, as Goo men's taxi was set to arrive 15mins later than expecpted, I managed to get myself to the airport in time. Pretty fucked up after a few beers and 3 hours sleep I went to the security gate, with the contents of my bag looking like a pretty sophisticated terrorist wetdream. After some very long cheeks and pretty disturbings signals from the guys surveilancing the x-ray machine, I was taken aside to take of my shoes and opening the parcel while thoroughly explaining what it was, I was able board. After arriving Tromsø, checked in, and assigned the concerts I was reveiwing that night, I suddenly sat in some kind of vacum. Not being able to get my luggage to the place I was sleeping, and with everyone else busy or laxing, I felt totally "lost in translation", just hanging around killing time, unable to rest. So after about five hours of wandering the very small citycentre, tasteing some mackøl(beer) at blårock (a very nice rockclub, with one of the greatest poster-collections ever!!!), I finally got started. I was reviewing Draumir, some popish thingey ala Velvet Belly and Ellysian Fields in a more modern wrapping. Then I was at The captian and me; undescribeable hill-billy thingey meets all kinds of folk music, and at the end Ping, who is a cascade of modern music history from Mike patton, via country to pantera; say no more. Finally in about 02.00 I managed to get to bed, somewhat tired I guess...
• Friday 10th; Got up pretty early, and attended a meeting at one on what to do during the day; I got assign on Quasimojo, Animal Alpha, Brut Boogaloo, and The Fernets. This, at first looked pretty rough as animal alpha started at 2300, brut boogaloo on a different stage at 23.30 and the fernets on the other side of the city centre at 00.00. And then there was deadline at 01.00! Whats a boy supposed to do? So I took it pretty slack untill I got this phonecall from our editor telling me I had an hour to prepare for an interview with Richard Hell at Rica hotel. -With who?!? -Richard Hell, from Television, and Richard Hell and the voidoids... -Uh, ok... The only worse thing to interview, hung over without having breakfast yet, would have been Thurston Moore and me giggeling like a 14 year old girl... Anyhow, the guy seemed really nice, and not very eager to talk about music at all. He rather wanted to talk about how much religion sucked, and loads about his writing.... Rest of day went smooth, and the Animal Alpha concert was this festivals highlight:)
• Saturday 11th; Woke up under the desk in our press office, with a hotel-maid asking if I could move so she could clean up. Totally bewildered I got to my feet trying to gain concious; after copeing I remembered that I was unable to reach my "host" after a pretty decent nachspiel in one of the hotelrooms with a bottle of cognac and three cases of beer... Shrug! Anyhow saturday was our day off, so it was slacking at blårock all day until The White Birch went on stage at the VG-tent in the central square. Grand concert! After that I went down to see Animal Alpha again, great this time as well, before heading to the lobbybar to celebrate our accomplished newspaper project; free bar this time! After that it all went more blurry, I saw a few concerts, tried to reach the guy I was sleeping at, and.... total blank....
• Sunday 12th; Deja-vu; woke up under the desk in our press office, with a hotel-maid (the very same from yesterday!) asking (somewhat more asstonished than last morning) if I could move so she could clean up, but then changeing her mind stateing she could do it later, and asking if I knew how long we would use the offices. -Uh, I utter trying to cope agian; -actually I don't... Discovering that I didn't know how I got there at all. The rest of the day went on trying to get my stuff from my host's appartment, but after a few hours and still no luck I decided to resign this project and spend the day laxing at blårock, with some nice baguettes and beers, awaiting my evening flight....
  

yesterdays...

...concert was really cozy, perhaps with the exception of christian trying to freak out the band by shouting nazi-band and so on (hehe:P). I think they delivered great, especially towards the end. Sadly they havent come out with any albums yet, but "wolves" will be out 18. of march, and you can listen to some of it here.

Else as the cartoon-war continues both danish and norwegian embassy in syria have been torched of and burned to the ground, in copenhagen there have been clashes between moslem kids and the police as neo-nazis burned the koran and had a demonstration on the outskirts of the danish capital. There have also been several left wing demonstrations against the nazis...

Else I'm supposed to go on this date tomorrow, but I don't know who it is I am dateing. Børge has set up a scheme on his own initiative, so I have no idea whatsoever. Only know I am going to meet up with her before the death cab for cutie consert, and that she knows who I am(spookey). Well, it'll probably be amuseing enough:) My last blinddate (also the first one) was kind of fun, so hopefully this will be too, anyway I'm gonna try to be in time for this one....

Note to self; must not steal ladder half an hour before dateing....

I'm sorry...

..., but I have to disappoint you, can't find that cd booklet anywhere (I've actually searched!), so Instead Ill give you two other neat pics of seventeen year old me as both bunnyjo and martin seemed so eager:P

Else the case of the infamous drawings of the great prophet is reaching further and further; tens of thousands demonstrating, bombings, storming of scandinvian embassies and burning of both danish and norwegian flags... I don't find other guys burning "our" flag provoking, the most disturbing is the stupidity of the norwegian "paper" behind this hammock. At least the danish paper have appologized, while these pricks just continues as the editor has gone for this holy crusade for freedom of speech. At the same time he wants more strict blasphemy laws to prevent people from mocking christendom.... Can somebody invent a timemachine for these people, and a freeride back to the dark medieval times where their view of the world might seem more righteous and common?

Yesterday was a pure pleasure at work, though I was quite tired after the extreemly exhausting lightrunning on wednesday:) Everything went smooth, no huzzle, no nada... The concert was also decent fun, and the audience wore huge grins. Think I'll check them out at bylarm as well... Tonight My latest novel is playing at Garage, never heard the band but as they are compaired with arab strap and belle & sebastian, it sounds like something I don't wanna miss...

Lost my virginity...

...as a light technitian (is that the proper title?) yesterday, while getting beyond drunk... There was a tribute-concert to Townes Van Zandt, with loads of good artists on the stage. As I opened the bar, and had a pretty calm and easy shift, I was asked if I could run the lights under the concert for free beer; Weee!!! So after two fernet branca (one for each foot) and a beer the concert started... As I had planned pretty decent in advance, I had brougth with me 2 beers, and where fit for a two hours of small zipping and trying out how it would be to run the lights. But as the concert went on, the guys in the bar brought me more and more to drink, so after a couple of more beers in an advancing tempo, I managed to drink myself completely deranged... Hmmm... perhaps intence beerdrinking and actually working isn't one of my greater skills after all:)

Tuesday was really slow, I ended up on garage with frode, martin, alex and christian. It was pretty calm, but really nice as I havent seen Frode and Martin for ages... Anyhow, a pretty weird thing happened; A girl, wich went a couple of years under me on high school, comes over with a huge grin and a cd-booklet with a picture of 17 year old me giving the finger. I had forgot it even existed... But it was kind of weird that she actually went around with it 13years after the extreemely crappy album came out. Result; me totally blushing and everybody else had an insane laugh... Well, pleased to bring you amusement, hehe

Well, tonight is Smalltown ramblers, a norwegian rockabilly band. The title from their first album says it all; "trucks, trains, and evil women"...