Bly me....

...it's suddenly October and fall has arrived big time, while I'm doing the daily routine of concerts, beer and other stuff that I should not be doing too much... Well, things have mainly been the same. Tried to take somewhat care of mom, but it has mainly been through phone, anyway she relaxes more and has stopped blaming herself, wich is good... I also got myself rid of a couple of stupid debts from my youth; my, I'm starting to grow up:O. And that is kind of scary...

List of concerts; Blood on the wall, Dead moon, Jeff hanson, Amusement parks on fire, Magnus eliassen, backbeat people, monzano, hope I die virgin, sally suicide, pirate love, sgt petter, fionn regan, johnny hide, camera obscura, popium, swamp babies, kirsten ketsjer, ida maria, cobra kai, ane brun, nina kinert, doug hoextra, serena maneesh, maria solheim, the core, the moods, camaros, +++ as far as I can recall...

Hung-over like...

...hell, as I try to shrug some of the headache away with too hot coffe, and get the nausea somewhat stable with to many cigarettes. "Amusementparks on fire"'s on the stereo singing there's too much future... Last two weeks everythings been upside-down, and with total opposite events. My brothers funeral and being with the family, and on the other hand the annual Öya festival with too much drinkin'. I haven't been to work for almost two weeks either, wich is somewhat wierd, and that comes from me who used to be a lazy slacker for ages... Anyhow, it's nice to be back doing something, it keeps the mind from some of the sad thoughts, and avoid me from getting stuck in "sausagewood"(I'll explain further...).

Tuesday 8th; This years festival kicked off with Subs, a very good Chineese punk-rock band. The gig was awesome, thogh you could not understand a word she was saying, nor singing for that matter... Only had a few beers, and went home early, as we were going to have a memorial at the hospital-chapel pretty early in the morning...

Wednesday; Went to see my brother, or what used to be my brother, for the last time. It was kind of nice, and he seemed so calm. When he was declared dead he were still breathing artificially on a machine, and they kept his heart running as well, so now it was easier to fetch that he actually passed away.

After talking to my mother for awhile, I went to work, where there were several bands on the stage; Ingrid Olava, Monomen, Moonpedro and the new farm street orchestra, White lord jesus, Sirka ragnar, and New Violators. I wasn't really in the mood for standing in a crowd for hours, so I ended up with a little piece of each band, and a pretty big piece of drinkin in the backyard, wich is nice as well.

Thursday was my only dedicated Öya-day. I started out by missing "the Loch Ness Mouse"- concert, but managed to see most of the "!!!"'s gig. Then I went for the days highlight "Band of Horses". The band delivered grand, but I had some trouble focusing. After that I hooked up with Øystein and Mette, as it was raining cats and dogs, we just sought shelter awating the Motorpsycho concert. Avoiding to get soaked I got a pretty decent place right next to the sound tower, wich ought to be the best place to get a good concert-experience. But, alas, the sound was total crap, and you could hardly hear the guitar. What planet the sound engineer came from I can hardly guess... The band deliverd despite the fact that the guitar-sound was totally fucked...
The night ended back at Mono, abit too late as there was this funeral the next morning...

The funeral was nice, and almost 450 people attended. The Priest was also decent, for a priest... She didn't make too much fuzz about god, g-zuz, and all that bible crap. That was kept to a minimum. The speech was more focused on what my brother had got a chance to do, and not the fact that he was disabled and never managed to do alot of things. There where no psalms, but only songs my brother have grown up with, and one he made himself while in hospital. The last one I think would embarass him like shit, but he loved to pull pranks on people, so he'ld probably laugh... After the burial we went to a community house for pizza and coffee, it was kind of weird as 200 of the people at the funeral came along. Shitloads of faces I haven't seen for decades, telling stories from my earliest days, kids I used to babysit when I was like 12, were suddenly grown ups, and had younger grown up siblings as well. With such a crowd of relatives, and "ghosts" from the past, I was really happy that Lasse Spang were there as well, so I could run away from boring conversations, reapeating the same blurbs after the other, and I got to talk to the ones I felt talking to.

After that the closest family and friends of both my brother's parrents went to his dad, and I went to the festival. Not that I'm such a cynical bastard, but his father is a dunghole. We have never been good friends, and since I've been a kid I thought him as an asshole. Fortunately I don't have to tell him that anymore, he knows for sure. My brother has been the only reason for us to meet occationally during the last 13 years, but then, in respect for my brother, we have both stepped down. So it has been a small "cold war", wich in my eyes finally are over, as we don't have to meet eachother again...

When arriving back on the city, I went for a beer at work, and met Terje and Gunnar, a co-worker. I was planning to get out of the suit before going to the festival, but as time was running out, Gunnar talked me into fetching a cab and attend "The Cramps"'s gig, wich was very good indeed. It was pretty weird, first off in a suit and tie, and then taking a cab for a festival; both seems extremely not a thing I would do. After that I went back for a few beers and fell to sleep for ages.

Saturday's concerts was "midlake", wich was very nice, then I met up with some guys from work and sat by the shore drinking some beers while Yoko Ono was playing in the background. I saw a bit of Beck, wich was kind of disappionting as I've seen him so much better before. The evening all went into a fog, and I woke up at fuckin 7 o'clock in the morning.

On sunday I was back working again, we had this after festival party, and was going to show "the cramps - live from napa state mental hospital" from 1978, and then a secret surprice concert with "young fogertys". Last was an ad-hoc coverband playing CCR covers, but it was alot harder and they didn't just play the "ordinary" hits. A very loud, but pleasant experience.

Monday and tuesday was opening shift in the bar, some drinking and some co-conspiracy/planning discussion about next year by:larm festival. As it looks I'm supposed to asstist on the visual part of the festival area. It'll be hard but fun work as it is both in an old squatted part of trondheim called "svartlamoen", and an old military submarinebase....

It's hard...

...to realize; my younger brother past away. He reached 20 and died after three pretty heavy operations. He had pretty big handicaps his entire life, and we new he wouldn't hang on forever, but it went so swift this time. His diagnosis was hydrocefalus and spina bifida, especially the hydracefalus has been really complicated his entire life. What good is he was in no pain when he passed away, he was on serious medication and druged to a coma. No matter where, or if, you go after this life I think he's better off now. If he had made it this time ( it was his 53rd surgical operation in the head alone...), he probably would have lost sight, speech, and the ability to eat. We don't know if he would have been paralized from the neck and down, so it wouldn't be much of a life to continue for him. He managed to have some eventful last months, wich is good to think about. He had just moved to his own appartment, been 3 weeks in spain and one week in a country house in southern norway. Especially that he moved from home has made the mourning abit easier on mom, as she has managed to get a job and pull her life together before this occured. The funeral is tomorrow, and it'll be kinda good to get it overwith, then things can get to move somewhat towards "normal" again. In some ways it's a relief, I think I've lost ten pounds from my shoulders; we knew he would eventually pass away, and we have seen him suffer alot during his life which he has spend more in hospitals than at home, and now it's over and he won't suffer anymore. But it's very hard as well, and not what I wished for for my 30th time around the sun... I hope you are better off the way things ended, and that you finally can rest in peace away from your suffering...

Well, at last...

...I've settled in my new home, and it feels insanely good. All I need is a new bed, but I'm not in a hurry on that one. Yesterday morning was kind of funny as I was awoken by a cop standing in my room, yelling that I was supposed to know why they were there, but , alas, I didn't... Fucking prick then told me to get dressed and bring identification-papers. What the fuck, I thought, pretty sure that this meant I had to go with them to the police-station, and for what?!? I had no idea. So out of bed and my bedroom, I discover that there are one more of them hazzeling my new flatmates as well, yelling and trying to push one of them down on his bed, as he is asking them for a permit to enter our home. The asshole then answers they tried to knock, and besides they had the right to be there as we were accused of destruction of property. Well, I hadn't destroyed anything I was aware off... Then the reason for the not very pleasant surprize visit surfaced; someone had thrown an egg(!), on a concrete wall(!) across the street... It's reassuring to know that they take care of the neighbourhood, and at least you got to love their judgement on priorities. Fuckin noobs!

Damned, I can't...

... even keep my promises. Too much drinking, too much work and too much moving... My boss finally got back, so hopefully I'm able to settle in my new dwelling. That'll probably make it easier to relax. I'm not sure if it's a flaw or a virtue that I'm unable to relax untill all the boxes are packed out and things are put in their place and hung on the walls... What good news is thst this neighbour of ours got a grand netconnection, and he doesn't seem to notice that we are three guys hi-jacking his line. Free internet for as long as it lasts:)

As for the events from last post;
Issue #2 and #3; Well, I'll put them together, as they are somewhat related... I awoke on one monday morning, remembering that there had been some serious business going on with a girl I should not be doing anything romantical with at all, and went to work with my nerves up the throat. After talking to my boss over the net, he meant I only was supposed to take 4 fernets a day to avoid such things in the future... I should have listened... Later that night me and a guy called Terje (a regular at work) met these two girls, who were attending a conference for people in the jewelry(!) business, and so too pissed to actually notice I suddenly happened to be in a hotelroom at the western part of town (that is like the rich-man area of the close to the citycentre...) waking at the sound of an alarmclock at seven o'clock in the morning... Shrug! So totally hung over I fled the scene and went to work. As I thought I was sending this message "Godammit! Drank 5 fernets and woke up totally hung over with a jewelry-shop-owner from Molde in a fucking hotelroom on fucking Frogner..." to my boss, I suddenly got this mocking message from a national radiostation-reporter telling me I've probably send it wrong, but thanks for the up-date... The day after I managed to wake up at my place, with the very same girl... I hate black-outs... After trying to sort up my nerves (off course with more Fernet) I managed to wake up with a third girl the next day, and the day after...

The issue with this is that I hardly ever have one-night stands, or get picked up very often, so I'll blame it on the job. What is it with girls and why are they falling like that for guys who can make decisions? Not to be sexist, but as soon as I was in charge, I've been hit on at least four times than normal, and thats somewhat spookey...

Anyhow it's been a pretty eventful month, shitloads of work, but it's a pretty grateful job; making parties and concerts for others to enjoy, and I enjoy myself... Last times concerts been Twinklehead, Cochise, Popgun, Oddpop, Nordgaarden, The Thirteenth Son, Sally Suicide, Asbury park, Ladybug Transistor, I Was a King, and Great Lakes.

Hopefully I'll get the moving business done with during next week...

ok, I'll...

...take a brake from my new important life, and fill you in on some of the events. It's kinda hard as I don't know where to start, so I'll think we have to do this like last time... For those new to the concept; I'll put up a list on events and incidents, and you get to choose;

1. Summertime; parkdays and implications because of that...
2. The curious incident involving waking up in a hotel-room at the west side, totally fucked up and managing to report it to the press by mistake.
3. Stories from the meatmarket; yes, girls give you loads of attention when your making decisions... Wich leads to even more decisions....
   
4. Me being too indie to attend this years Roskilde festival, and going to Estonia instead
5. Shitloads of drinking... Such a surprise!
6. Shitloads of working... Somewhat kind of a surprise... but I even got myself new technical tools to play with.
7. Personal economy gets fucked, while I am actually earning more than usual....
8. Music fest and everything went smooth...
9. Fucking up big time, this time litterary...
10. Eating should be for someone else.

Else this months concerts have been; Humcrush, 2xHarry's Gym, The Figurines, The Maggots, Baunen, El Cuero, The captain and me, Chimera, Monzano, Charlotte & the co stars, Jim Protector, Shit City, Vetiver, Casa Electro Novo, Wallpaper Silhouettes, White Lord Jesus, Torstein Lofthus/Ståle Storløken/Nicolai Eilertsen, Seven Doors Hotel, Jim Stärk, Pia Fraus, The Fabulous Lightbulb Society, 2x The severed Headmaster, Real Ones, Al Deloner, Einar Stenseng, All that and a bag of chips, Brut Boogaloo and it's el cuero again today. So it's been pretty hectic, but nice...

Highlight was definently Pia Fraus from Estonia. The weather was perfect, so instead of the ordinary buyout, me and Børge took them to Sofienbergparken for a bbq and beers. Almost 30 degrees in the shadow and tons of fresh fish on the grill, and topping it with a case of ice-cold brown ones made the day. The consert was really grand as well, and the small audience seemed to have a great time.

Well, I need to come back to last months events as soon as you've chosen your subjects.... Cheers!

Neglecting this...

...blog seems unavoidable atm. But I honestly have some pretty decent excuses;

1. My boss has left the country, wich means he left me in charge for over a month and a half...
2. I've aquired this addiction of moving, so I'm going to move again!
3. My net connection at my current dwelling is fucked, and haven't cared fixing the problem as I decided I'm not gonna stay there...

It's not that I'm so found of carrying cases and heavy lifting, but I got an offer I was unable to resist. The new place is loced on Grünerøkka, about 200 meters from my current flat, but it's HUGE. It's over 140 squaremeters, with 2 balconys and 2 fireplaces on the top floor!!! AND it'll only cost me 600,- more than my current rent, wich means 3800,- (475 EURO). Now I also know the people I'm going to live with, and we are all working at venues. Rock'n'roll collective:)
The flat is located at the far left corner in this building...

Else there has off course been several concerts since the 4th. The Goo Men, Tina Dico, Jake Ziah, Cortney Tidwell, Howie Beck, The Smalltown Ramblers, The Kulta Beats, Rumble in Rhodos, The Jessica Fletchers, The Moods, The Funky Hot Grits, and The Captain and Me.

Mayday celebrations...

...are over and we managed to stir things up again, and off course it was another grand opening of the 3rd all-year-festival, except with the lack of ol capt'n Øyvind. After the maydayparade we continued, as last year, to a prison located in the citycentre to fuzz up the prisoners daily lives. Accompanied by the tunes of tungtvann's rythms we brought a ladder to the 7 meter tall prisonwall, and managed to throw over a banner which stated "prisoner-solidarity" and spray panit they wall with "let the prisoners free; it's spring!". When we where just done, one upset offiser came along and tried to grab one of us, but he got grabbed himself by seven or eigth and where forced to withdraw. After that I went to Humla, but the place was abit boring, with lectures and no fun, so I went home. Its kind of sad; every year before there have been concerts and a huge party on mayday, but this year the organizers had planned for only political thingeys, not that a meaningfull debate, or a workshop isn't useful, but on mayday everybody is tired after hours of parading and actions, and in my eyes they deserve a party and celebration, not just the "correct" politrical work... Anyhow, the 3rd all-year-festival is up and running:)

Event#2 Ransacked, or just paranoia?
During eastern I moved my stuff out off the old studio, well all the important stuff, as some of it is still in there, and started making a new nest in my new flat. My old roommate was touring Germany and Holland, so no one was at home in the late eastern. As my studio looked like a ransacked dunghole in the first place, I didn't notice any changes untill Robin asked me what had happened. -No, what do you mean? Someone had gone through all of his letters, thrown everything from drawers and boxes on the floor, and it proved to be the same in Tommy's room. I found out that my room had faced the same treatment. But the grand mystery; nothing missing! There were everything from cash, passports, 15 computers, 3 laptops, and different valuable technical devices easy to steal. A couple of thousand cd's, dvd's, computergames, artworks, instruments, and so on; all easy things to sell. But nada, nothing gone... First thought was the police, but what officer would do that so fucking badly, leaving traces all over. Didn't they have a warrant and bad time because of the lack of one? There where even drugs down there, still untouced... It could hardly be a burglar, he could have had a joyous time in there, and earned a living til late summer... Neither a junkie, at least he would take the cash, and the drugs... So why the hell did someone brake into the studio, and what the fuck where they looking for?

Event #7; Insane joboffer
Belive it or not; I was not asked to be president, but to do the scenography on a full length movie. The guy who asked me has worked on several tv-shows as produser etc, and I've done a couple of things with him during the years. The insane part was that he offerd a sallary of 80.000NOK a month!!! That means 10.076 euros or12.686 usdollars a month!!! So, if all works out I'm gonna be filthy stinkin rich:) I've calculated that if I spend the same amount I spend today, I'll be economically independent and shake all the evil wicked creditors off my back within three months:)

Anyhow, summer is here with over 20 degrees and I'm definently going out to the park to get fucked up and tanned all over... Cheers!!!

ok... So ...

...let's try this new feature; interactive blogging. Since I haven't been able to write during the last month, I'm not able to write all in one post. So, I'm letting you guys (if you are still there..) to choose topics from this months event list;

1. Very slow moving, well haven't landed yet
   
2. ransacked; or just paranoia?
   
3. Old fucked up friend; fish and beer, scaring girls...
4. 5yrs anniversary
5. Fucked up... -again!
6. Grünerløkka; spring all around...almost...
7. Insane job-offer
8. Shitloads of drinkin
9. Friend at the sanatorium
10. Ex is pregnant, I'm not:)
11. Shower!!! Washingmachine!!! & Ikea... Even got myself tupperware!
12. recommending lullaby and diary
13. Too much bragging
14. Damn, I've booked them:)

Summary...

..(I'm sorry but this is only my summary for april-06...)
30th; Peru You
29th; Mainliners
28th; The Strollers
27th; Monomen + "trigger"
26th;
25th;
24th; Astroburger
23th; Brat
22nd; Grand opening of Sofienbergparken
21st;
20th; phoenix + number seven deli
19th; number seven deli
18th; hgh
17th;
16th; Monos 5 year anniversary Knights of the new crusade + heroes for zeroes
15th;
14th; Holly golightly
13th;
12th;
11th;
10th;
9th;
8th; Stereo 21+ acsidents never happen
7th; Jackman
6th;
5th; The Tiny + Wendy Mcneil
4th; Youth pictures of Florence Henderson + Sirka Ragnar
3rd; Girl From Saskatoon
2nd;
1st;

uh, well...

Sorry for the growing lack of new posts, but the evil wicked net connection at my new dwelling is definetly not cooperating, and all my new neighbours wireless lines are password protected... Updates will hopefully come in a very near future...

I need a shovel/Moving blues! AAhh!

I'm totally in panic dreaming about a shovel and a magic bottomless bag to throw all my belongings in, sling it on my back and stroll downtown to fetch the key for my new appartment, carrying the stuff I wish I had bought on ikea last week to make my new nest somewhat inhabital. Instead of attending shitloads of concerts and trying to find out if that bottle containing fernet branca tastes different from the other bottle that contained the very same, wich is exactly what I've done the last week. Except for working though. The point is I havent packed a thing. So I'm doing the cleverest thing possible at the moment; wasting both your and my time with this blog....

This weeks concerts have been; Ladytron, sex beat, the school, bonk, the giljotines, autotune, tina dico, and one more wich I'm too stressed out to remember, hehe (that means i'm posting too seldom, shame shame..). And the rest have been workin and drinking.... Damned, got to set priorities and focus on moving. That is gonna be hard as next weeks concerts are, according to plan; girl from saskatoon on monday, youth pictures of florence henderson tuesday, wednesday is stars, and holly golightly on friday. Hopefully I get to squeeze in a visit to ikea in the meanwhile...

I finally...

...got myself a propper home! It's a flat on Grünerløkka, so after ten years I'm back there. Im sharing the appartment with two others. I haven't met the guy, but the girl seemed nice. She is an artstudent and a bartender, so we have at least that in common. Is gonna be swell having a shower again:) The room isn't that big, but there is a pretty big livingroom, and a block away from my favourite park in town. The rent was ok as well, 3250,- incl. elecricity and net-connection. So as long as I get along with the others this should be grand!

wow, it's "early"...

...morning and I've awaken, risen from bed, and now even trying not to neglect my blog! Pretty braindead, but amazingly fit. Yesterday was slow and nice. Cleaned up some light-tech mess at work, and after dinner on fyret I ended up on the zoom-06 concert at garage with Øystein and Terje. Although I didn't see much of the concerts it was a pretty decent night out, and I managed to get home straight from garage(!). Giving my credit-card house-arrest seems like a pretty good idea after all; and from now on I'll treat it hellish with monthly groundings:)

The search for a new home is starting to get fruitful, had the rumor out on town wich has resulted in a few offers. As this is kind of nice, as it's kinda hard finding housing here at times, I'm realizing if I'm gonna be able to get my stuff with me I'll need to pay a pretty (after my standards) "high" rent. So this guy needs to make a budget:O Damned, I've managed to act pretty irresonsible for 29yrs, and now this aera seems gone. It'll be the first time I live somewhere legally since I was 19, if I'm not able to make a new scheme in a month... hmm, gotta twitch my head on this one. Legal housing could be described in other words; I'm gonna have to start, at least pretend, being an adult...

It's amazing...

...how many freaks that are able to drop by during an hour... Last night was a pretty calm one. At first there was this literature thingey called "windowshopping". The concept is pretty interesting, as it is seen as an opponent to the commercializing of the public space, by instaling art in "unused" spaces. Spaces that don't fall into the category of money earning, and is therefore left empty. This part of it was useing empty shops projecting litterature on the wall, viewable from the outside for passersby. It's a cool project, but to hear the same text beeing read loud doesn't make the same impact....

After that Low frequency in stereo was playing. A very good (indie)-rock band from norway. As I was working in the bar, it was kind of hard to follow the concert as much as I wanted, but they are playing at Blå on the 1st of april.

Then about two'o'clock things turned weird; an african guy so drunk he poured he's beer over his head trying to blame some mysterious guy disappearing into the lavy, then tried to steal a new beer from another guest, so I told him he had to go, and followed him to the back entrance. Then he turns around and I expected a quarrel for throwing him out, he gives me a huge hug! After that a guy from my high-school days, was totally and utterly out on booze and something else, starts to make himself the next get-the-hell-out-of-here target. Then at the same time, a guy I used to know, now a junkie, falls in through the door utterly wasted falling half-unconcious while eating pizza. After he's tossed out, this guy from high-school makes a number again. So a few diplomatic attempts wich prooved to fail and another girl falling around too drunk, me and Merete had to take care of one each. Man, I should check my connections, why do I know all these people? Then there's suddenly some noise from the mensroom (its about two squaremeters in total...) and I find five guys in there, two in a fight on the floor. How the heck is that possible?!? It's to small to be four guys in there, and how they managed this is a mystery to me. After a few secs we had them parted and got them out one after another...

Gotta head for some breakfast....

oh, no...

...not another summary. I'll make it quick.Keep in mind, that I started blogging follow wich concerts I've been to...

Tuesday 7th; Dinosau
Wednesday 8th; literature evening/barwork
Thursday 9th; Appartment viewing
Friday 10th; opening at work
Saturday 11th; clearing out at mom's
Sunday 12th; concert with ultralyd
Monday 13th; My booking-boss is finally home, Number seven deli release at blå, I managed to shout "fesktjuv" at several occasions.
Tuesday 14th; Art-critics debate on "new-conceptualism"

This mean machine...

...called me has been on high speed and total overdrive; wich means again no posting in about a week (thanks for reminding me bunny george). So, now its tuesday morning and almost sober, in a weird turning into hung-over mode I'll try to summarize last week. Not an easy task as there has been loads of stuff going on...

Monday 27th; Tilly and the wall
Some how pretty shaked up after cleaning out all my childhood stuff at mom's and then the very spookey concert (still not able to find any of it on the net, dcver), I went to Mono to grab a beer. As I met up with Njål and Gunnar, I suddenly remembered that Tilly and the wall was playing at rock bottom, a very nice indie-pop band from the states. So me and Njål went to the gig. The band had no drummer, but used a stepper instead, wich were placed on a podium next to the two female singers. This was the first concert where the band hadn't been the support band, and after abuot 30 mins they seemed pretty insecure on what to do, but they played a full hour, and it was great! You can check their own blog here, and listen to their songs over here. And my favorite "nights of the living dead". The band was supposed to play at mono but there had been some double booking, and the band ended up on the "wrong" stage, in my oppinion...

Tuesday 28th; Ornand Altenburg
Working as band contact for Ornand Altenburg Trio, a pretty good band, but not entirely up my alley, so I wont write about them. Afterall a nice evening without the huge events.... Man this part became boring:)

Wednesday 1st; My first day as booking guy and Beezewax on stage
As my boss (the one doing the booking) has left for a festival in Canada, I was supposed to step in and do the stuff he usually does. It suddenly occured to me why the guy is allways busy on some phone or mail, and now I became this guy. Hundreds of small details production and tour managers are concerned about, fixing everything to get the concerts going, loads of info and deals wich at least has two or three other guys involved, and making sure that stuff is being done. After two days I'd spend more time on the phone than I usually do in a month... This night was a showcase for Beezewax, a kind of emoish pop band wich has existed for years with different constallations. The concert went well except the start where I suddenly had to be at three places at the same time; the stage, behind the lights, and fetching guys who was supposed to be on stage. With the place filled to the brim, it was a pretty improbable project, but after the concert both the band and audience seemed pretty pleased. My credit card at work exceeds 600NOK...

Thursday 2nd; Johnossi, Serena Maneesh, and I hate guitar amps,
This day started out with the band coming to early, this was no problem as I started ealier as well. After a coffee the band was asking for beer; at last some real rockers! (Lately the artists haven't even drunk up the beercase brought to their dissposal...). Johnossi, a very loud swedish duo, proved to be really nice guys as we sat around waiting for the guitar amp, chit-chating about this and that. When the amp finally came, it prooved, after half an hour to be of no use; no reverb... So I had to fetch another asap. I finally got hand on one wich arrived about 5 mins too late to have an ordinary soundcheck, and this also prooved to be worthless to the guitarist, so about four I finally got a suitable amp. After that the band played smooth, but loud as hell. Check it out here. So, as if that wasn't enough ear-beating, serena maneesh was playing at John Dee, the concert was sold out, but I managed to get a pass from Eivind in the twelveth hour:) I my eyes the band delivered grand, but the sound was too low, so it lost some of the aspects of that beatuful noise. The light "show" was total crap, Two of the bandmembers didnt even get a ray of light during the entire concert. After that I had to finish up at work, and taste some of that fernet branca.... My creditcard exceeds 1000NOK....

Friday 3rd; Total day off...(almost)
Played "office at home" a few hours to sort out next week, and then got lost in the world of warcraft. Not a toenail outside the door:)

Staurday 4th; uh....
Whatever happened on saturday, I think I need help to remember... Think I hit town a bit too early...

Sunday 5th; Insanely tired, and moving mom
Damned, I had serious difficulties sleeping last night. Dead broke and tired as fuck I was going out to nesodden to help my mom pack her stuff. She's into a really heavy depression as she has sold her house and is moving to an appartment on the other side of the peninnsula. We managed to do quite a bit, but what is frightening is that she's throwing everything away. It's kind of weird; old stuff that have been in the familly for centuries, and she suddenly don't want them anymore. Even some of the things my Grand(x3)grand father built in the 18th century. I know she wants a "fresh" start from my used-to-be stephfather, but why getting rid of this other things. Even an old cabinet she has had in her room/home since birth. Though I lack the room for them, I had to bring them home, just to take care of them. So I'm twisting and turning my home trying to make some room... I really like the things, but I think it's some strange behaviour from mom, and I can't get rid of the thought that something is wrong. I know she concidered suicide before, but that was during some turbulent period about ten years ago, and then we talked about it. Now she's got a new job she likes, enjoys being a grandmother to my niese, have a more active social life than the last 20 years, and it seems everything is heading for the better, but I still got this uneasy feeling...

Monday 6th; Opening at work wonder wether tonights artist will show up
Got some amounts of sleep, actually almost twelve hours. Dreamed shitloads of weird stuff after the packing session yesterday. So pretty tired from too much sleep, I opened at work, wich prooved to be a slack one. Not even a rush before nine. Geoff Berner, the whiskey rabbi, was playing. After being unable to reach him to agree on soundcheck times, and stuff, I still havent spoken to him when the clock past nine... So when I was about to call up Mir and ask if he was there drinkin whiskey, he finally arrived to deliver a grand show:) By now my creditcard has got itself house-arrest throughout the month for intollerable and abusive behaviour...

Today; Playing "home office" again
Had a slow start, sorting out some booking details, and discovering some new skills my mailaccout claim to have achieved. A slight headache after yesterdays concert. Anyhow, I'm tired of writing, and have to clean up after re-furnishing the home...

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