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.
