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....this out, and be sure to repeat it:)

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...drunken butterfly has been all over last few weeks. Festival, concerts, booze and pretending to be half alive for starters. From 12th to the 21st of november we had this festival me, Runar and Bjørn put together; 20 bands, 10 movies and 10 dj'sets in 10 days... The project went pretty smooth, except that I am back on a too frequent drinking-pattern... again. Off course as always everything has to happen simultaniously during a very short perid of time. Why it is that way I can hardly figure, but everytime I speed up the tempo, the world around me starts doing the same....

The festival was called "En drøy uke", wich means something like "a bit more than a week" (ten days...., or a stretched week perhaps. Bands who where playing was; Next Life, Mi & L'au, Huntsville, Biologisk Helt Feil, Del, Rocket to the Sky, Dark Captain Light Captain, Mono, Syme, My Enemy, Alpine Those Myriads/The Severed Headmaster, Toy, Southern Alps, Captain Democracy, Bungalow Ranch Style, and The Thing...

Too many highlights to explain, but I got a few small stories from the week, that I might tell later:P

Cops dropped...

...by for a visit, again! Last night at about half-past three me, Tomas and Øyvind was laxing in our living room. Tomas just came home from the city, while me and øyvind was on World of Warcraft half-way watching Boondocks on the telly. Suddenly two cops are in the hallway, so we ask them what the fuck they were doing here.
-Uh, did you have a visit from two of us earlier?
-No, we haven't had any cops here now.
-Oh, do you have any neighbours up here?
-Yeah off course, there are two doors in the hall, right?
-Uh, well... excuse us, then hehe... They utter pretty embarassed, as they leave for the guys next door...
What the fuck is this, they could at least have the courtesty to knock! Anyway half-an-hour later they drowe away with our neighbours. Have no idea what it was all about, as we had heard no noises the entire night...

Note to self; KEEP THE DOOR LOCKED AT ALL TIMES!

Tuesday I worked as band contact for Juliana Hatfield, wich was kind of weird as I had a totally crush on her when I was fourteen. Anyhow, the place where stuffed to the brim and she delivered grand for almost two hours. Some of the guys who was not familiar with her music stated it was kind of boring, but for old fans it seemed a grand experience as she played shitloads of old "hits" from the early nineties...

Lately has been mostly working as handy-hunk in the backyard, where me, Njål and Terje has given it a pretty decent facelift, including a huge steel-construction in the middle. Else it has been planing a festival called "en drøy uke", wich starts on sunday. Gonna be 20 bands, 10 musicdocumentaries and 10 dj sets over 10 days. Hard work, but great fun:)

Fuck me...

...I started to read my entire blog, and realized how much I have neglected it... I started up trying to learn myself how to publish something on the internet, then I started writing a pretty detailed diary of sorts, and then it went into a summary off booze, girls, and concerts. How this process evolved just beneath my fingers I cannot explain, but then again how I suddenly happened to be in the current situation on a daily basis is likewise unexplainable... But off course I fell off and lost track at the same time as I stopped blogging and it all fell into a blurry fog that ought to be my life, the place I relax and where I am in charge. Well, suddenly that ain't a place anymore... My work and social life have melted together in some weird alchemical process I never had the recipe for. My artwork is somewhat important, but just as mere personal thingeys, it is no longer a thing I need/want recognition for, or a thing I want to share. It has changed to being introvert as hell, and nothing I want to exhibit; drawing shitloads of sketches for pictures I'll never make. Redraw and rethinking them untill the very idea of the final result is beyond boredom or interest... Spookey state of mind.... I can't feel the "itch" in my hands anymore, and that freaks me out!

But on the other hand; life is perfect! I got rid off my debts, living legally for the first time since I was like seventeen, less huzzle with authorities, and managing dailylife totally at ease; never a worry that ain't solveable... Have a social life I enjoy and can see as many concerts as humanly possible, but I still can't settle nor calm down, everything still has to be in high-tempo. The faster the better. I can't seem to get the image of myself into this, and at the same time I can't see myself without it. So total confusion on these shores, but thats probably what's been said already...

Anyhow up for the next summary of concerts I've attended since last post; Arab Strap, Samuel Tramp, Raymond & Maria, Mormones, M Ward, Bob Log III, Puma, Bladed, Sci-fi Skåne, Super Jupiter, Ida Maria, The Cables, Davy Jones Locker, The Flying Fellinis, Last to Remain, 21st Century Rox, Diary of a Lustful Turkey, Harmonica, Electric Ladyland, Keep of Kalessin, Imbalance, Max Midsun...