I did three things today that will stand out in my memory for years to come.
1. I bought an ESP Eclipse - What is that, you might ask. It’s a fucking awesome guitar, dude!
2. I drove a Porsche for the first time. Ragna’s cousin has it and she let me drive it round the block. I never got it above the third gear but man - now I know what people mean when they say “better than sex!”.
3. Saw Superman Returns. Loved it.
It’s remarkable how many times I check out my websites to see if something is going on and realize that I’m the one who has to make things happen. Kind of like life itself. But I wanted to share an experience of mine and two of friends of mine from when we tried to return home from the Roskilde festival. I will of course write more about the festival itself but the final chapter was maybe the most interesting of them all.
[Title]
Your feet are lifted
lifted right off the ground
Each step conflicted
as you start spinning round
Swaying your body
throwing your arms about
Chase everybody
to join the screaming crowd:I’ll race you there:
A whole new dancefloor
a brand new set of rules
A different showtune
you see us dancing to
Looking so precious
looking so paranoid
Taking a moonwalk
straight into the void:I’ll race you there:
:We’re all dancing
we’re all dancing
We all dance in the ambulance::I’ll race you there:
:We’re all dancing
we’re all dancing
We all dance in the ambulance:
About an hour and a half ago I was standing on stage with Iggy Pop, along with Ragna and roughly 15 other concert goers in the Icelandic Art Gallery. I shook hands with the man and stage-dived with style. The next guy who tried to surf didn’t warn the crowd, jumped expectantly and took a few people to the ground… Good on him. Iggy then hugged Ragna and kissed her on the cheek as she was leaving the stage.
The Icelandic Art Gallery rocks when it comes to concerts. This is where I cupped Juliette Lewis’ ass last Icelandic Airwaves as she crowd-surfed. Ragna did too. She’s as proud as I am. So is Juliette Lewis.
Tool to the Art Gallery!
P.S. One little note for Stella… Björk was an arms length from me in the crowd. It’s an Icelandic thing;).
I will be traveling in 2006 despite fate’s plan to thwart my attempts. Seems like the spontaneous decision of my band Pan (instigated by yours truly) to tour London went awry as e-mail correspondence with concert venues tended to be one-sided. A simple “no” would have sufficed to show proper English respect, but no such courtesy was extended.
Plan B: To buy the damn plane ticket myself and party my brains out in London during Easter. Again no such luck as all my comrades in arms left me hanging, whining about something I believe is called “expenses”. Never heard of it. Must be a chick thing. I’d go by myself if it wasn’t so damn needy.
But given that London will not be the source of pleasure or the lightening of my purse, it seems I have some currency to spare - well, had. You see I despise having money lying around and if they do scatter themselves about me I tend to send them packing, usually receiving something utterly fruitless in return (and then blogging about it in a pretentious tone of voice). This time I feel I’ve made a not-quite-sensible-but-enjoyable investment in the form of airline tickets to and from Copenhagen and admittance pass to the Roskilde festival 2006. That means that by July 2nd I’ll have seen my idol, Maynard James Keenan, on stage for the second time - this time with his original band: TOOL! Some other attractions may be seen as well.
Yes, the picture below depicts my role model wearing a naked-body-apron. I’m quite proud of that fact.
Check out my photos link on the right.
After that delightful downer that the last entry was I thought I’d sprinkle a little joy around me and the limited number of readers I have. Sometimes when I read I stumble upon a passage that grabs me completely and I’m compelled to read it over and over. I’ve even reached for the books, turned to the page (of which I can usually remember the page number) and read the passage, before returning the book to the shelf.
Since I really like messing with my website and bringing in new interesting additions I thought I’d use the opportunity to collect these titbits of brilliance (as I like to call them) and at the same time share them with the world.
To your right, in The Dojo, you will find a new link called ‘Titbits of Brilliance‘. Click it and you will find the first contribution to this category: a short passage from the novel Sexing the Cherry, by Jeanette Winterton - a book I highly recommend. Now tell me, girls. What’s your interpretation of this tale?
PS. I also added a link to the English version of my band Pan’s website.
I think this moment is definitely an emotional low-point for me. I haven’t felt this down for quite some time - or maybe I’m in the kind of mood that I want it to be the worst time I’ve had in a while. Is there a difference? But I let it happen. I became too dependant on the company of others and its great when everybody seems to be your friend and everyone seems to want you around but its shit when you feel like you’re the odd man out and you feel ignored. Rarely, although it does happen, nature seems to decide you should get that feeling from multiple sources - no connection whatsoever - and the last two weeks have held a series of those incidents. What’s my reaction? I push those who try to help me away. Very mature.
Oh, yeah - I fucked up in school and won’t be earning my B.A. this spring. Which means it’s uncertain if I ever will.
I’m off to work - to smile at fat people as they order their fat in a bucket to eat.
Good times…
