you don't necessarily understand the story, but you're still left with an experience of it

here it is

there it was.
there's the name i had to write in order to recognize it.

rubik has proven quite addictive.
oh lucky us.

but to google a band that shares it's name with the even more famous Rubiks Cube is pretty annoying and frustrating. so i just leave it be for now. their homepage provides us with the new album, Solar, which is bloody allright.
i'm serious. a band that strikes me like this is very rare. i think.. discovering warpaint before christmas had a similar impact on me - it frippin blew me away from the very first moment.
usually bands/albums grow on you. let's face it, they're often the best ones. though, the ability to let them grow on you requires some effort. but oh my dear god, the amount they pay back is worth whatever the cost of the trip times a 10000^10.
ok.
whatever. you already knew that.
well. i never claimed to be especially claptrap cleverclog.
just happy to finally be here.


tough tough day at work.
i actually broke down in tears.

enough said.

baaaaaaaaaaand-aid. for long winters and longing for in general.

eh ehwh nhew hewn henh wehn hnwe when i'm in the bathroom, i turn on the radio. when i turn on the radio, i'm ready for any emergency that might take action due to some horrible music piercing my brain.
usually when P3s frequenzy is tuned in, i'm very VERY careful. which pays me off bigtime.
britneys new single horrified me just now, but i soon switched to P2 (godbless) to learn about mushrooms that grows during wintertime. again, fascinating stuff!

anyhoo. yesterday/night/i don't remember, i turned on the radio. on P3. thinking that maybe (it'll suit my body..) it would be okay to listen since worktime is over for most of us and the usual mainstreamsuspects go home. they had a review (even tho reviews are boring to the self, unless they're written/guessed by M.E.) of the brilliant honningbarna and the horrible new album of Glasvegas.
yes, that's all very well, but after all this, they played a lovely tune made by Rubik. i liked it so much, i had to write that name on my arm.
i also had to see if i've seen that name written before. it looked very much alike something i've seen before in the music-fog covering the internets, so i thought "gottacheckthisout" just because i recognized the writing on my arm.
and yes, also because i liked the music. very much so.

from finland, they are. wonderful.
artturi taira has the voice of Sigur Ros' vocalist jòn birgisson.
and the music itself is mainly experiMental pop made to make you burst into a Mental breakdown of happiness.

i have a picture of the arm i wrote on. but something happened. the computer refuses to digest my memorycard and show the results. i'm mad with it.
to rewind and repeat - technology angries the blood


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my phobia lives on, grows strong and creeps on creeping me shut from the rest

shut or shot

all that is new is not really scary, it's exciting. but when internet decides to go forth and better itself, updating itself, keeping in touch with whatever force that drives us forward. different technic techniques and so on. i can't seem to follow or swollow it at all, i just gaze with wide eyes, wait untill they run over with tears and shut them for good (or at least as long as i can sense that the problem still is in front of me)
is this healthy, no.
so when bluggur all of a sudden decides to ..become breaking new, i kind of freak out.

why now?

but most importantly, why am i so afraid?
well. it's just because i'm not competent enough to even bother trying to figure it all out, it takes time, it takes effort, and as we all know from the Homer-god himself; anything that takes more than twelve steps, isn't worth doing!! (..laugh)

..


ah. well. well !!! WELL!!! WISH ME WELL! I WANT WELL, I WAN a WELL!!

no. all i want is a ton of coins. dearly the famous FEMTIØRING that is going off A la modee soon.
i want so many, many enough to resemble Scrooge McDuck. since i can't seem to find a clean swimmingpool around here, why not gather the immense lot of FEMTIØRINGER that floats around in constant streams of our society. must be the cleanliest and healthiest way of swimming nowadays, since the seawater is so.. fripping mindblowingly Cold. so Cold Mountains of coins.. must be... yeeees.
economics.
this is how much of them i understand. we have money. and if we want, we can translate them to coins and take baths in them.


enough. i'm getting rapidly stupider for each word that emerges from my subconciousness, so it's a bout time to call a quit......................ing..


no wait.
music, for goddamns sake.
rubik! heard of them?
this is how far i got while drinking coffee and driving myself mad with kråkesølvs facebookpage:

THIS FAR! (no really, i got further. but. what the hey)

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!1


anyways. i'll be back with more info after ..
...

to be continued...


IMMEDIATLY!!!!

ok then!

scatterbrain

i'm afraid. being naive sure is a great big crime against yourself, which is why we end up with stiff shoulders and necks that seems to be stuck like a log buried inside a fucking mountain. well. anywells. people, listen. listen to the glory of our heartbeats. being naive makes you shiver with joy, makes your adrenaline rush and your senses never come to an end because you wholeheartedly believe in something. being sceptic is the antidote of naiveness, i guess. and when sceptical you frown upon everything, of course. frowning makes you stiff and stiffness makes it harder to look around. being naive. i wish i were. but sometimes life gives me opportunities to let it all flow in under my skin, taking control over the blood and transmitting signals to my body - ecstacy god how i miss that. euforia enhanced by life, not substances. being naive. is to not be sober. whatever makes you drunk - you lose it when growing up, but replace it with fermented, carbonated and drinkable livelihood of others. is it a vicious circle? is replacing in itself a bad thing? whoever knows has no reason to be alive.

i hate you, bluggur, since you won't obey me and my artistic impression of what i write. what happened?

i can't just tie a bunch of words together! they need space! air! BREATHING! pauses! breaks! A FUCKING BACKUP OF THEIR MEANING! words are supposed to look like they're in harmony, punching through a meaning that leaves you thinking "aw..." yeah. but no more. what happened?? i may form my words, with space and all, in a special order dictated by me, but you fuck them up by removing the space? are you suffocating this blog slowly or what? i just don't get it. but i don't hate you. remember our good times. but please, fix this problem before i leave for good, even the good times considered. i can't have my blog looking like a bunch of bricks, forming a wall. no. but i love dunderhonning.

"why yeeees... "

it is sunday. the day that always tend to stop up. the day when shouting is too much of an effort. when it all comes to the start and fails to begin when you feel numb and prohibited i'm actually glad since i'm not hungover not hungover, but still very weak. 6 days at work in a row. do i live in that kitchen? it felt like home yesterday. i kept looking around, thinking "there's nothing more. this is it. this is home now" so funny. but still; seriously true. anyhoo. watching dunderhonning and Ihab this friday makes it all worthwhile. the bassplayer of dunderhonning was the most epic thing to watch, ever. Geir bendiksen. the vocalist, ståle fossheim, sang completely on note and tone, getting every beat and all. the guitarist (who has the vocals on "Bølgeskum") played neat and nice, experimented like crazy and showed us some moments that was worthy of permanent recording, both phonograms and photos. yes. the drummer was new, so they had some funny problems with him. but whatever, the absorbtion they showed us was worhty every ounce of energy spent on getting our lazy asses there. the audience were few and foggy, but Dunderhonning gaves us their best from start to finnish! i'll actually never forget this. they lived and breathed both the stage and the music. thank you so very much for this, is my conclusion. and that it's a shame people went to see erkiogkrist and plumbo instead of this awakening beauty that is dunderhonning. much better after seen live. absolutely. i love them now. was sceptical at first, having given the cd many a listen. but. the heart they showed even tho we were scattered and lost as an audience will forever stay written in history as one of the true great moments in my life. thank you. i love you. i will haunt you as you haunt me. yes..