quality vs. equality

life is about being bored untill you die, and you rely on getting by, all the time.
just getting by.

that's why i've taken a shine on music, beer, festivals, partying and concerts in general. it makes me forget i'm "just getting by" the rest of the time.

the paradox of being human is that i guess evolution has made huge mistakes because we've such complex minds. we adapt, quickly. it's the most successful part of surviving, of course, but it also means we grow tired and adapted to things REAL quick, which means the hunger for new experiences, new 'drugs' and new ways to get that kick easily escalate out of control and reason.
we lose ourselves.
we spiral down.

into an even greater sadness. the landscape of things done keeps getting bigger and your imagination seems to shrink. the more you try, the more bored you get afterwards. the happier you are, the greater the depression.

this is a sad sad truth, but that's the human life.

sometimes i'm not sure if i'm up for it all.

the fine case of believing (being bored is fucking awesome. seriously)

the rubbish that is this pc (i'm really just talking about myself here, but the pseudonym "pc" (piss) is quite fitting) deleted my last post so i'll have to start over again. well, in this case i could easily say "AH FUCK, it was so good, so rich, so well written, so able to conquer the world of mindie and so on, but i will not because i know it sucks, as every little detail with me does.
that aside, i'm having a pretty amazing time with myself today.
Roy Harper and his spotifyavailable album "china girl" is on and the party in my head has started hours ago. this is frippin awesome, and the man himself used to be the outmost rebel. i think he's calmed down now since he's turned 70.
dude sure knows how to play the guitar. humour, lyrics and charm in the best singer/songwriterstyle i've heard in for some time.

i'm really into caribou too. andorra.
and atlas sound. logos.
didn't know bradford cox was the mind behind this band. but now i do. oh, what empowering knowledge it sure is.





well. i guess being lazy is just human nature.

Thursday has arrived, blue weather, nice clothes, happy troopers, playing to the symPHONY of society

the latest concert i went to last saturday was held by Sondre Lerche. he fled Norway at some point and has been abroad for some time, chillin' with important people, putting together important tunes and all in all just been way too important for us. No_way.

for some reason i've been terrified of him. he had/has the ability to scare the fuck out of me. but why? 'he's so cute!', normal people would say.
maybe it's the crazy mania in his songs that scare me. he looks like a guy who could happily murder all of his family while singing his manic chants, all performed with his rodentlike and peppy movements.

his latest album is self-titeled. Sondre Lerche. the picture on it's front only support my general feeling about him - it looks like a mugshot and he looks like he has had a very good time killing people. he has that disturbed and longing look, as if you want it all back, want it all to happen again.

i am really just way out of context now, but you have to agree with me on this one:














"ooouhhmmmm nom nom!! what a good frenzy it was!"


well. his latest album. i actually like it. i could really dig this in the long run. i went to his show only to allow this commonly perceived NICE and SWEET guy to change my mind about him. and, he did. with great success. i do not know if i'm a fan, but i recognize his talent, for sure. it's pretty.
and huge.

he had a cold while playing so he brought a brew up on stage. served in a red cup, in which he also added a carrot. hilarious. i now have that cup. and the carrot. AND HIS FUCKING COLD.

i also had something close to a conversation with him. he asked if someone in the audience happen to have their birthday on this lovely evening. i, of course, stretched my left hand out. he looked pretty surprised, humble and excited when he approached me with his rapidly gesticulating figure and WIDE open eyes:
"seriously? is this really your birthday?"
and i answered him, from the top of my beer-wrecked brain;
"oh no, i'm so sorry! i'm right-handed and do not posess any control over my left hand."


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i guess i should make excuses or something, but i can't seem to bother as i have no shame at all. totally stripped. shameless.
as we all know, when you have a certain fear or phobia you have to confront it. i myself think i did very well at this lesson and surely killed whatever phobia Sondre may have caused in me.


or am i horribly wrong? will i continue checking under my bed for any manic, singing murder-larks with rodentlike gesticulations?




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aaanyways!
here are some pics i took (yes, took. stole. i steal alot when drunk):

CAUTION: may trigger a totally unrelated phobia that's really uncalled for! enjoy responsibly.

one for you, one for me (to buy me a pen should never be a waste of money)

i have difficulty believeing 2011 is near its end. i did, as most people out there - think alike, promise myself i'd pay intensely close attention to the music scene and all the latest releases and new bands.
i didn't. i have done everything but that. right this instant i have no clue whatsoever on what's going on.

i will therefore create my own reality, not trying to come up with the latest news or whatever, but simply publish some stories i've either read or experienced myself.
the main focus will be music and some creative impulses that music sometimes bring to mind.

i shuold be at ease when writing, not urgently doing so.

..find myself again. my patience. my eye for details. the beauty of impressions.
stand in line, my hand's all sweaty from skipping across the ice.

i should at least make 1 review of 1 album a day, 1 band a day.

revelation:
i need to give a giant fuck about what's wrong and right in other peoples mind.