Check....

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

This...

...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...

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"