<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:08:56.229-07:00</updated><category term='12 days'/><category term='summer'/><category term='musi'/><category term='love'/><category term='chill out'/><category term='record'/><category term='playing'/><title type='text'>blood-sugar-sex-magic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-2285512422043414543</id><published>2010-06-24T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:04:24.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days... On the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPOwwV0HHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xA_HBZI8Qxw/s1600/DSCF1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPOwwV0HHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xA_HBZI8Qxw/s320/DSCF1012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486456108072836210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPOwlV_9UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KsN2OOR_QwM/s1600/DSCF1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPOwlV_9UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KsN2OOR_QwM/s320/DSCF1004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486456105120822594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPOwZNi1tI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cxyCi7Ebcg8/s1600/DSCF1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPKbnYuzfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vRjVk5FvHww/s320/DSCF1021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486451346845388274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPGSo29LAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_RWIDlWuBHE/s1600/DSCF1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPGSo29LAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_RWIDlWuBHE/s320/DSCF1146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486446794575260674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPGSGfSYAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yNHzmt1AYHo/s1600/DSCF1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPGSGfSYAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yNHzmt1AYHo/s320/DSCF1139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486446785349181442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this is the end...&lt;div&gt;Beautiful friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, as someone once said so poetic and beautiful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIMCC_ziZ_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my days @ Nesodden have gone by unbelievably fast and it pains me to conclude that my time here is nearly over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more feeding the rabbits every morning, going for the mail or drinking and eating riddicilous amounts of coffee and chocolate every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I achieved what I intended and recorded loads of my stuff that is just lying around as sketches properly? HA, not really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But have I played shitloads and written loads and loads of new sketches and lyrics that Im utterly happy about and exited to be working with. Yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm. I guess I should  be taking some sort of course in self-control so I can just sit down and go deep into the bone of everything, but well, yea. Im quite happy with playing-playing-playing as well. Must say I underestimated the weight of riddicilously nice weather, flunking equipment and alas the joy of seeing all my friends, wooh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive had a lot of visits from Oda and Åsa over here, which have been good times &amp;amp; reminded me of old! Riding the ferry is nice you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My special fav. was when Åsa came over and we had sushi, wine &amp;amp; chocolate ( how hipster is that?) down at the bath house to beautiful weather yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was, as my buddy George would say, some dancing where there`s no dancing needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See attached video for further details. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well yea, tomorrow I start my work-training and then taking a trip home to catch a festival, maybe read some poems, and after that I will have to move, sadly enough. Part of me wishes I could stay here forever, what an incredible place! But alas, I`ll come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I`ve recharged my batteries though, had some amaz. times, played loads &amp;amp; done some pre-production for my future recordings. Has been amaz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and did I mention that in my time over here Ive seen one fox, met the local squirrel, and seen no less then 3 bambi`s. King of the jungle, bongo bong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even went running to Helviktangen yesterday, seemed so far when we went on the boat-trip my first day here, but wasnt really that far. First time after my amaz. "ancle-incident" when I fell into the one hole at the court playing football and put myself out tha game for a couple of months. But yesterday was good, and amaz. music to it as well. Got some new stayers after syncing my Ipod w. my own library for the first time for a while. Beastie boys, Red hot, Fever Ray, Portishead, Dead weather, Nine inch, American Football and loads of classics. Old stuff, but new to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was nice &amp;amp; heaven on earth. Oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a cloudy day though. But Whey, cloudy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye Nesodden, Its been amaz. Ive had a wonderful time and will for well remember this week as a good one for good future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rounding the hole schabang of with video, poem &amp;amp; some pictures! Boo ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C`est la vie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Fair flower child.-*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Fair flower child&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;wont you dare to be mine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;feel the juices of life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;in the core of thy soul&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Fair flower child&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;the sun smile in thy eyes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;and I wish you`d be mine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;with a promising bow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Your hair blows in the wind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;with life and with glow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;like a judas priest of sin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;innocence like a dove&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Fair flower child feel thy spirit alive&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;swimming the waters of fresh human love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I give you my heart with a vow  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;remember that life is now...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaah, sorry guys... the vid wont upload. Ill do it when I have more time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-2285512422043414543?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/2285512422043414543/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=2285512422043414543' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/2285512422043414543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/2285512422043414543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-days-on-end.html' title='12 days... On the end'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TCPOwwV0HHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xA_HBZI8Qxw/s72-c/DSCF1012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-3051417616518601834</id><published>2010-06-22T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:51:44.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days... On electronic stuff, wah</title><content type='html'>Jee&lt;div&gt;so my 12 days are passing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooner then I like, I sure could stay here a couple of more weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its going both good &amp;amp; bad, on the good side, creativity is hitting me hard &amp;amp; I really like the stuff Im doing &amp;amp; working on right now. On the bad side all my electronic shit is quitting on me. Now that my m-box is fixed, my røed 3 ma - recording mic is quitting on me, and every time I try to open the edit window when I`ve opened pro tools it quits on me. Well je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to garageband then. + Im a noob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive got so much to learn. Something tells me Ill be working on this all summer, but ye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont really mind. Its a lot of fun, and the more I learn of these programs the more stuff I can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really feel like Im finding loads of licks and stuff that fits for me &amp;amp; this kind of music that I wanna create. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Ive been for another interview &amp;amp; they called me today, Im starting training and work on friday, s`gonna be exiting to see what thats like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive also had Åsa, Emma and Oda over. My amaz. friends that I see to rarely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its grate to see them again, at the same time as I just kinda want to focus on the music and stay in the little bubble. Oh well. You cant always be anti-social can you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im really looking forward to going to JCFI this year though and playing Copenhagen Jazz festival! Maybe I can attend the gathering in South Africa as well if I can find some funding, ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be amaz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a short update. Oda is visiting me tonight as well and staying over so I better bike down to the ferry &amp;amp; meet her. ye. ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-3051417616518601834?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/3051417616518601834/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=3051417616518601834' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/3051417616518601834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/3051417616518601834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-days-on-electronic-stuff-wah.html' title='12 days... On electronic stuff, wah'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-2065987797381073666</id><published>2010-06-16T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:28:08.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days... On sleep</title><content type='html'>Im so incredibly tired&lt;div&gt;There was a barbeque today, but I just had to loose it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant do anything apart from sleep, eat spaghetti, bread with the most incredible strawberry jam and pieces of  a special kind of salt ham that I dont know whats called in english. I just cut pieces of it and chew around while I walk in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just happy to be here &amp;amp; to feel like vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt, uncle &amp;amp; nieces left for Italy this morning so Im all alone. We took the ferry into Oslo this morning, I had to go for the job interview in town today &amp;amp; I think I got it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going for info &amp;amp; another one on monday &amp;amp; then training next friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is wonderful. I have time to relax &amp;amp; chill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also picked up my last suitcase, trust me it was heavy, changed my headphones that have been broken for a couple of months so I cant even remember what it feels like to have music all the time anymore. Which is probably good cause I turn completely anti-social when I have access to them. But it will be good for all the ferry &amp;amp; the buss tomorrow. Bought some groceries and looked for candles, but I could only find expensive, fancy ones and could`nt really look dragging my suitcase around everywhere so Ill get some later when I dont have so much luggage.  jee I hate travelling from one place to another for the sake of getting from one place to another right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go on a trip home tomorrow cause Im gonna pick up an electric guitar &amp;amp; an accordion &amp;amp; my mother is going to Iceland on friday and I think she`d like to see me before she leaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also my little brother is leader of the student council &amp;amp; giving his graduation speech at 7 tomorrow. Ha. Just like me 5 years ago. I wanna go see that. I love him a lot. He`s a good kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is good. Since I got back from town Ive just walked around, in the house, eating the spaghetti and ham, watched some tv for the first time in a while, it chilled me out. A doc. on Thelonious Monk &amp;amp; Nica, &amp;amp; then cougar town for the sake of brainless entertainment thats so good sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played today. They have a piano. A couple of pieces, but mostly just freely. Really need to figure out the recording soon. Ive dismantled my mic-stand and I hope Ill be able to relocate all the pieces from travel again. Being tidy is not my strong side. Barely touched a guitar, but I ended up just playing the bass as us. Also should rehearse for JCFI, that is coming up. But anyhow Im just gonna throw myself into it. Like last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive also bought Medulla - Bjork. How could I not have that album. All is voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I have heard most of the songs before. I have speakers now. (god need to get speakers) and I am alone. I can listen as high as I need, the bass is a bit shit &amp;amp; ruins the soundquality a bit. But its livable.  Its enjoyable enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought a double The Doors, I used to listen to them last summer biking home from work at nights when I worked the late shift. "The end" was especially good and suiting. I also bought Natasha Khans (Bat for lashes for those who know) Two Suns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-2065987797381073666?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/2065987797381073666/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=2065987797381073666' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/2065987797381073666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/2065987797381073666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-days-on-sleep.html' title='12 days... On sleep'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-6035779443314346131</id><published>2010-06-15T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:54:52.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='record'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12 days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musi'/><title type='text'>12 days... On creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgEnJmu8yI/AAAAAAAAADo/KeCpKSns2Ug/s1600/nesodden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgEnJmu8yI/AAAAAAAAADo/KeCpKSns2Ug/s320/nesodden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483137616963367714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;So I left Liverpool today. After a year. A long year. Gone by fucking fast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;All the stuff that I`ve lived during this year. Its really weird. Shit weird to think about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Its been wonderful. Its my home now.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Ive moved a lot around living on my own since I was sixteen, but those times I was always dragged between 2places, old home and new home. Always missing one of them.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I don`t this time. England/Liverpool is my home. Its enough.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;To calm my restlessness for a while.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I thought it be weird to fly back to Norway this morning to be there for two months in summer,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt; and part of me did`nt want to leave as I was cab-driving to the airport with my 2bags +bass &amp;amp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;hand luggage-crop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;But as soon as we landed on Norwegian ground, I knew, this is right.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;This is what I need. Being in Norway now.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I actually want to be away from Liverpool for a little while cause there has been, there is to much happening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;To much stuff has been going on, and its been taking my creativity &amp;amp; energy. I feel so distracted &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;all the time, that Im not really getting to do what I really wanna do and I`ve lost focus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I`ve just been longing for time and space to just sort my head out. Chill out. Play some music &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;again. Just for the sake of playing &amp;amp; enjoying it. Just Enjoy. As Bjork says.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Which is this that Im gonna do now.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Ive landed in Oslo. And after a massive struggle around with luggage, taken the ferry over to &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Nesodd-tangen where Im gonna stay for the next 12days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;And do exactly this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;The sun rose magnificently while I was riding the ferry over today, and awaiting me was the most summer-like weather that make me painfully aware of the fact that I`ve forgotten what summer really is. What it feels like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;You have to go see this place to know what its like, gonna house sit for my uncle&amp;amp;aunt while they are in Italy. Feel like I`ve died from hell and gone to heaven. Its pretty much a paradise. Next to the ocean. High up view so I can see the lights of the city centre of Oslo at night. Fresh smell of syrins, salt water, various flowers, &amp;amp; loads of grass &amp;amp; trees.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Beautiful amaz garden. They have a special kind a swing that lets me be 5years old again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;For tonight Im sleeping in the amazing old fashion cottage that I`ve slept in before, but I`ve got access to the large eclectic house and a incredible, charismatic bath-house that I know for sure I`m gonna sleep in for a couple of nights. Gonna sleep round in all of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Shop around the corner, that only sells vegetables, bread &amp;amp; ice cream. Access to an old fashioned bike so I can ride around this entire little pearl.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I went on a boat-trip with my uncle, aunt and niese when I got here today &amp;amp; it was absolutely amazing, breathing the ocean air, climbing around in the sun and devouring the view. Beautiful on all edges. Its all the glory of summer and the glory of this place you could imagine. They have a semi-small boat that you can climb around on while its driving and you can breathe the ocean, see all the beaches, see all the bath houses. I really hope the weather stays like this day, Im gonna run around. Fish crabs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;You have to see this place to understand. I wish I could show you. What an atmosphere that lingers around here. Its the warm &amp;amp; fresh attitude of summer, human love pumping into your blood at the same time as your just waiting for it to be night, light some candles and feel the magic around here. My favourite iseland (its not really and iseland)   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;This is the place. Where creativity birth-cradles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;For 12 days... to play, live, chill out, run around, bath, fish crabs, write, enjoy, love &amp;amp; record.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;12 days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I`ve missed space. I`ve missed silence. But here at Nesodden next to Oslo in Norway, here it is. And Im here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Feel like vacation now. Just have to get my job-meeting tomorrow over and done with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I`ll only let you come over if you bring a fine bottle of whine.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We`ll have dinner in the bath house....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-6035779443314346131?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/6035779443314346131/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=6035779443314346131' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/6035779443314346131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/6035779443314346131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-days-on-creativity.html' title='12 days... On creativity'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgEnJmu8yI/AAAAAAAAADo/KeCpKSns2Ug/s72-c/nesodden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-4924013759436738911</id><published>2009-09-20T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:43:59.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2weeks in tha pool! &lt;3 Shame-lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SrZ3H1CzTEI/AAAAAAAAADA/I--23g6xmAc/s1600-h/Shame-lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SrZ3H1CzTEI/AAAAAAAAADA/I--23g6xmAc/s320/Shame-lion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383621380949625922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I`ve had an epic day of shame. The boundaries of embaressment are all being blown, but who cares as the days are not long.&lt;div&gt;Today I`ve been in Liverpool for 2weeks exactly and its starting to feel like a while. Still living with Alex&amp;amp;Ceasar and a couple of other folks at Agnes Jones. Finally got around to fixing a english phone, (quote from the phone shop  "What sort of phone do you want?  Me: - A small one), bank account &amp;amp; got my lazy ass out and bought pots and pans, glasses and cuttlery so I dont have to use the one Agnes Jones house cup all the time anymore and steal/borrow cuttlery from my flatmates when they`r looking another way. Still need to get a doctor though, loads of people are falling ill. I went over to Bold street produce market yesterday, bought vegetables&amp;amp;fruit for 7pounds and made the most epic dinner of all times with  my new kitchen equipment. Hurrah, for organic vegetable pots !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met loads of new people. Beer everyday this week ( I know its not good).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On monday I went to Studio and watched all these lipa bands play and danced my ass off to six toys, the fantastic funk band that played in the end. Freaky style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was gonna go home early to try and get something out of this day, but I got back with Ceasar at 5am after hangin around at Påls place and we didnt go to bed until six. Still this day hasnt been totally useless. Henrik has been over and helped me set up my Pro tools ( recording gear) which proved to be so ridicules and easy that Im playing the moment of shame over and over again in my head. And my luck, Ceasar was there to witness it as well. Thank you Ceasar !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later we went out for a nice dinner at Soul cafe, so just gonna relax at home and take care of business for the rest of the day. Trying to write down a plan for my musical business and shit, but Im really really tired. Maybe head to Hannahs for open mic night later, but I really dont think so cause I need a shower. And god, I need to wash clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending far to much money down here, I feel so screwed. Bought the hummingbird guitar yesterday and now I need speakers?! waah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love it here. I`ve been waiting so long to go live in a proper city, and I love the city and I love the people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting classes tomorrow! Cant wait to begin, so looking forward to ensembles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I get Steve Barry :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-4924013759436738911?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/4924013759436738911/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=4924013759436738911' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/4924013759436738911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/4924013759436738911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2009/09/2weeks-in-tha-pool-3-shame-lion.html' title='2weeks in tha pool! &lt;3 Shame-lion'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SrZ3H1CzTEI/AAAAAAAAADA/I--23g6xmAc/s72-c/Shame-lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-5894117198810816909</id><published>2009-09-09T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:22:44.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess a new Era - bagera ! Superlamb - banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SqeP2rA2rqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u6AQpeUxtkQ/s1600-h/Super+Lamb+Banana+(Tara+Chienzo),+Marybone+Liverpool++G0071a+(480x420).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SqeP2rA2rqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u6AQpeUxtkQ/s320/Super+Lamb+Banana+(Tara+Chienzo),+Marybone+Liverpool++G0071a+(480x420).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379426449339362978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SqeP2eL-kMI/AAAAAAAAACw/WCmfntbPYVU/s1600-h/liverpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SqeP2eL-kMI/AAAAAAAAACw/WCmfntbPYVU/s320/liverpool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379426445896356034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I`ve finally arrived in Liverpool and Im sitting in my room at Agnes J`s listening to PJ Harveys "the river" from "Is this desire".  The sun is shining, and I`ve got a really good feeling `bout Liverpool and England. Cant wait to se what this years gonna be like.&lt;div&gt;Currently Im living with two boys, one from Singapore thats gonna do the pop-tech dimploma course @ LIPA, and Alex from England whos gonna be in my music BA class. During the week theres four more coming, all LIPA students and where gonna be a total of seven. Exited to see what they`ll be like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also met a lot o people from my music course and a coupe o third years. Nice people o jes, and really a lot o norwegians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I`ve got no suitcase, (its in Manchester, jee) and Im gonna try today to find out if maybe they can send it to me or else I`ll have to go get it tomorrow. Wanna get it done before enrolment on friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also nice to have clothes and towels you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats about the plan for now. Gonna take a shower and get out to town. The sun is actually shining a lot these days and the streets o the Pool is awaiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-5894117198810816909?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/5894117198810816909/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=5894117198810816909' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/5894117198810816909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/5894117198810816909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-guess-new-era-bagera-superlamb-banana.html' title='I guess a new Era - bagera ! Superlamb - banana'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SqeP2rA2rqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u6AQpeUxtkQ/s72-c/Super+Lamb+Banana+(Tara+Chienzo),+Marybone+Liverpool++G0071a+(480x420).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-9110970929459608264</id><published>2009-07-27T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:45:44.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wham-slam-kickass-JAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/Sm2TXW8RKGI/AAAAAAAAACI/IB2OM3hj1YY/s1600-h/bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/Sm2TXW8RKGI/AAAAAAAAACI/IB2OM3hj1YY/s320/bass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363104760772765794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have just played one o the fucking best jams in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lisbeth Dreier Denmark (perc), Maria Trudel Canada, MArie Claire Dunnard Canada, And Suzanne Denmark let me play a jam with them. They played keys, drums and kongas. I played the bass. It was fucking awsome! They`r like profesional established musicians. Ive never played any jams on bass before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And they thought I played well! And I must say so, I thought so myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Im so new to this compared to them, playing with them was such a privilige and so much fun! I got a little scared when they asked me, but I thought I will never have an opportunity like this again. I feel like I`ve expanded my ideas on have to play the bass, so many new ideas for how to play it. I love the bass, I love my fucking instrument.  Gonna go for the big fat lady in some time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Theres so much to try out, I had to try. And Im so glad I did. Cant wait to here the recording. I`m glad I came here. The sound was so awsome, so big, so wonderful. Im amazed. Dont know how to express myself about it. It was just wonderful. I wish every day of my life will be like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;JEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-9110970929459608264?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/9110970929459608264/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=9110970929459608264' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/9110970929459608264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/9110970929459608264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2009/07/wham-slam-kickass-jam.html' title='Wham-slam-kickass-JAM!'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/Sm2TXW8RKGI/AAAAAAAAACI/IB2OM3hj1YY/s72-c/bass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-6855722536676175163</id><published>2009-07-24T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:15:16.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in black.-* or red...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SmokU6U2zvI/AAAAAAAAACA/qLVUIPlgJMM/s1600-h/5854_124705321046_534216046_3557561_6824805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SmokU6U2zvI/AAAAAAAAACA/qLVUIPlgJMM/s320/5854_124705321046_534216046_3557561_6824805_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362138248010714866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was gonna blog all the time this last year.&lt;div&gt;One of these things that just did`nt happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, O yes, regulary blog posts all the time. Foo shoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O jea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me tell you bout when I met Chantal Willie in Tronheim a couple o days ago!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);  font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow! I met a person who I feel already has changed my life. Sitting here in my room now I`m afraid this kickstart energy will go away.That all this positive energy and believe will disappear. Stick Stick Stick! Chantal Willie, a wonderful woman and baseplayer just sat down and talked to me. Really took time to talk to me and get to know about me. Shes so amazing, I have this encredible sense of honour for her. We where talking and she asked me the fatal question if my family is excited for me going to Liverpool. I was trying to talk about my mother and her positivity and keep the whole thing bottled up, but couldnt control this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);  font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I ended up crying about the whole deal with my father. I got so embaressed, I still am. But I`m glad to have talked to her this way, I cant describe it, its just the way she is. Such a wonderful warm person, spreading her love and her energy. So inspiring.  Thats how I want to be. Strong, joyful, warm and full of believe for myself. To be able to give to others what she gave to me know, only with a few minutes of conversation. She told me that she has belief for me, to keep fighting. To play for joy, not for fame. I want to keep this feeling. This belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);  font-family:georgia;"&gt;I`m gonna keep it! Bring it into my  everyday, Be full of love, keep on practising and lead the fullest of lives. Be the best at being myself. Because thats what I want people. To live full out. And not just the easy stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);  font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like working with the elders at the elders home now. To be strong and warm and caring. Thats how I want to be. I will be there for my family, friends and the people that I meet. I will learn form them and they will learn from me. Chantal, thank you. For your time. I just want to be her apprentice, follow her around and learn from her. Both bass and life. She got my mail, and hopefully we`ll keep in touch. I cant describe the way she is, but I want to hear more from here. She`s like wonderful female rolemodel that I wanted in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gotta go know. Gonna play bass with Chantal and some South Africans and learn from them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-6855722536676175163?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/6855722536676175163/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=6855722536676175163' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/6855722536676175163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/6855722536676175163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-black-or-red.html' title='Back in black.-* or red...'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SmokU6U2zvI/AAAAAAAAACA/qLVUIPlgJMM/s72-c/5854_124705321046_534216046_3557561_6824805_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-5189103486447061087</id><published>2008-12-03T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:04:31.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platons hulelignelse.-* (meget intelligent og interessant innlegg)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/STcBop6dJoI/AAAAAAAAABw/7U2fAwAB23w/s1600-h/bubble-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275687286445254274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/STcBop6dJoI/AAAAAAAAABw/7U2fAwAB23w/s320/bubble-boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For å trekke en inteligent og interessant konklusjon som man kanskje vil lese om i en blogg vil jeg sammenligen å gå på, bo og leve på en folkehøyskole som litt det samme som å befinne seg inne i hulen i Platons hulelignelse. Man ser skyggene på veggen som ilden lager og tror det er den virkelige verden, men den befinner seg egentlig der ute utenfor hulen. En folkehøgskole er en slik hule, varm og ganske trygg og befinne seg i, med både sine positive og negative sider ved å leve innenfor dette lille området, men der ute finnes det en større verden.&lt;br /&gt;Og den var jeg ute i igjen for noen hærlege dager denne uka.)&lt;br /&gt;Onsdag fikk jeg sitte på hjem med Eivind fra klassen min som er fra Kristiansand. Vi var 5 stykker som skviste oss inn i hans fancyfreshe BMW og det ble, tjah, en lang og trang tur. Av en eller annen merkelig grunn har disse folka også sansen for dårlig stemning som noe morsomt og underholdende og vi så derfor på programmet "The office" på Eivinds flatskjerm på veien. Et program som består av utelukkende dårlige og kipe stemninger, og mens de kanskje synes det er morsomt vrir jeg meg i fysisk smerte over de pinlige situasjonene. Blæh.&lt;br /&gt;Men jeg kom meg i alle fall hjem og tilbragte 2 late dager hjemme hvor jeg kan si at jeg ikke utrettet noe som helst bortsett fra å se alt for mye på tv. Som var hærleg forresten. I helga var jeg i oslo og var innom Arieta og innflyttningsfesten hennes på Majorstua, Tora og hennes noe sjabby, men sjarmerende leilighet på Sinsen, operabygget(!) og Åsa på Grunerløkka. Fant til og med ut at jeg skulle spare penger på trikken da jeg skulle reise hjem på mandag ved å gå fra Grunerløkka til Oslo s, og fikk meg en times stressende vandring rundt i forvirret tilstand.&lt;br /&gt;Tro det eller ei, men buss fra Oslo-Trondheim, halv ti - halv seks, med pledd og musikk var fantastisk. Er sinnsykt glad i å drive dank nå og jeg nyter det!&lt;br /&gt;Men nå er jeg tilbake på Trøndertun igjen og lever det glade liv med 4 ferdig tilberedte måltider om dagen igjen. Hvilket også bringer med seg det at det er på tide og gjøre noe igjen. Men hej, jeg og Ulrik (går kunstlinja på Trøndertun) kom oss faktisk på kino og så "Låt den retta komma inn".&lt;br /&gt;Men i alle fall, tilbake til den intelligente å interessante konklusjonen, misforstå meg rett, jeg har det hærleg på folkehøgskole, men jeg er glad i verden der ute og menneskene mine i den og gleder meg til å komme tilbake til den.-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-5189103486447061087?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/5189103486447061087/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=5189103486447061087' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/5189103486447061087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/5189103486447061087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2008/12/platons-hulelignelse-meget-intelligent.html' title='Platons hulelignelse.-* (meget intelligent og interessant innlegg)'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/STcBop6dJoI/AAAAAAAAABw/7U2fAwAB23w/s72-c/bubble-boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-8246347482012863230</id><published>2008-11-20T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:30:57.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squier to admire.-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SSXkXZdhBlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IvUygjNrRpo/s1600-h/n686410280_2127457_6297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270870029529843282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SSXkXZdhBlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IvUygjNrRpo/s320/n686410280_2127457_6297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I min fantastiske og selfølgelig oppnåelige plan om å bli amaz på hvert eneste instrument her i verden, har jeg i dag kommet et skritt lenger ved å tilbringe 15-20min. med å pine en el-gitar med mine ukyndige gitarskills. Det var selvfølgelig en squier og ikke noe annet fancy, med stålstrenger som skar seg inn i mine patetisk svake grep-fingre (ikke at jeg kan noen grep forresten). Det låt nok mest som en katt som ble torturert og utstøtte noen hjerteskjærende skrik.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har jo bestemt meg for å opparbeide meg skills på både bass og vokal, og i tillegg fortsette å spille piano, så hvorfor ikke slenge på litt i gitar med det samme. Og cello. Og trommer. Og pan-fløyte, xylofon, tamburin, ukulele og ikke minst sekkepipe. Alt dette skal jeg lære meg nå, det vil oppta all min tid og jeg vet ikke om jeg noen gang får brukt det i noen som helst sammenheng hvor jeg får tjent noe på det. Logikk er ingenting, vilje er alt.&lt;br /&gt;Det er dette som er greia mi, jeg klarer ikke å begrense meg til en ting. Jeg vil prøve alt og helst skal jeg være dritgod med en gang. Hadde jeg klart å konsentrere meg om en greie kunne jeg vel blitt amaz på et instrument, men nei nei nei. Synd for meg. Jeg klarer det ikke.&lt;br /&gt;Man kan i alle fall ikke klage over at man ikke har et innholdsrikt liv.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg gleder meg allerede til å traktere Amazing grace på sekkepipe, neste kongebryllup, here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-8246347482012863230?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/8246347482012863230/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=8246347482012863230' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/8246347482012863230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/8246347482012863230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2008/11/squire-to-admire.html' title='Squier to admire.-*'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SSXkXZdhBlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IvUygjNrRpo/s72-c/n686410280_2127457_6297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-6168643620472301935</id><published>2008-11-15T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:10:04.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TTT.</title><content type='html'>Ting tar tid. Jeg har ikke blogget så mye i det siste. Og det beklager jeg, for jeg har jo masse å blogge om. Det som skjedde var at alt for mye skjedde på en gang og at jeg hadde alt for mange tanker om alt som skjedde til at jeg fikk satt meg ned og blogget om noe som helst.&lt;br /&gt;Men til de som faktisk leser bloggen min: jeg skal blogge masse framover.&lt;br /&gt;Thats a promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-6168643620472301935?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/6168643620472301935/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=6168643620472301935' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/6168643620472301935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/6168643620472301935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2008/11/ttt.html' title='TTT.'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-5003729437021532002</id><published>2008-09-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:12:26.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body &amp; soul.-*</title><content type='html'>I går var jeg var jeg på Dokkhuset på Solsiden i Trondheim og så på Esperanza Spalding, en 24år gammel kontrabassist og jazzvokalist spille live.  &lt;div&gt;Esperanza er en av de yngste utdannede musikkprofessorer noen gang (i en alder av 22) og ble umiddelbart ansatt av Berkley da hun var ferdig med utdanningen sin. Ikke bare er hun dritkul, hun har også skills på bass og vokal som man bare kan drømme om. Kort sagt er det vanskelig for meg å utrykke hva den konserten ga meg, det var en fantastisk opplvelse. Energien, utrykket, alt hun tok med seg på scenen, var bare utrolig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bare sjekk ut linken --&gt;  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpA81IdwkKk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeg fikk selfølgelig sikra meg en cd og med signatur, men da jeg fikk den signert og skulle forsøke å formidle hva denne konserten hadde gitt meg la jeg automatisk på meg 10kg ekstra, kjente håret forvandlet seg fra nyvaska til grisefett, tunga bli tørr som et aspeløv og at engelsken min snudde fra god til "I knowe goood englishe"-rævva-norsk-engelsk. Tror ikke det var den mest inspirerende feedbacken for å si det sånn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men hva kan man gjøre når man blir stilt ovenfor et sånnt musikals, energisk geni. Nå skal det øves bass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;På fredag hadde jeg forresten min første jazzpiano-time med læreren her Espen Berg, som er broren til en tidligere venn av meg. Jeg hadde spurt Espen om han kunne gi meg timer for litt siden da jeg ikke vil slutte med jazzen og jeg har funnet ut at vil jeg lære meg å komponere finns det ikke noe mer funksjonelt for meg enn å forsette med den, og vi hadde egentlig avtalt at jeg skulle ha time neste fredag igjen. Men plutselig hadde jeg fått en mail hvor det sto at hvis jeg ville kunne jeg bare bli med på masterclass og få time etter det nå på fredag. Jeg fikk Panikk. Jeg har ikke spilt noe seriøst siden eksamen før sommerferien og jeg er helt ærlig ganske redd når jeg skal spile piano for nye lærere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men på den annen side har erfaring lært meg at det beste er å bare hoppe i det. Jo lenger jeg venter jo reddere blir jeg. Derfor, da jeg sto opp fredag morgen bestemte jeg meg for å prøve. Hvis det gikk rævva og ble flau stemning ville det jo ikke akkurat være første gang i mitt liv(jeg har som sagt tatt en del timer med div. lærere). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men hej, det var fantastisk gøy. Både masterclass og selve timen og jeg følte jeg lærte en drøss ut av det. Espen er også en hyggelig fyr. Jeg føler at jeg som oftest kjemper et evig slag mot angsten å prestasjonsforventningene når det gjelder musikk, men som oftest får jeg mye igjen når jeg greier å overvinne den. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appropo angst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeg og Tuva meldte oss på å spille på Kofi Anan(et utested i Trondheim) på en festival rundt 30.oktober under navnet Organic. Å vi har ingen låter fullstendig ferdig. Ik. Å vi vil dra flere med oss ufrivillig i fallet hvis vi faller. Vi kan selvsagt spille coverlåter, men det har vi da ikke lyst til. Så jævla kipt om vi skulle gjøre det. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men vi skal ikke falle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derfor må jeg gå å øve nå.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long så lengje.-*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-5003729437021532002?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/5003729437021532002/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=5003729437021532002' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/5003729437021532002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/5003729437021532002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2008/09/body-soul.html' title='Body &amp; soul.-*'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-991277601010160076</id><published>2008-09-17T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:40:16.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha driv eller bare driv rundt.-*</title><content type='html'>Egentlig hadde jeg planer om å oppdatere bloggen på søndag, men tida bare sklir vekk her. Det er som å ha en bøtte med fritid, men du kommer til å sparke i den hele tiden så alt renner ut.&lt;br /&gt;Du ender med å være oppe halve natta fordi dagen har gått fra deg og du føler du må få noe ut av den.&lt;br /&gt;Det er nemlig viktig her på Trøndertun. Å få noe ut av året. Har du ikke driv vil du drive er mottoet her og i motsetning til andre folkehøgskoler hvor man kan bruke året på å finne seg selv bør man her vite hva man vil. Det inprentes til stadighet av vår sjarmerende og hyggelige rektor. Jeg ser for meg et scenario hvor elevene her på slutten av året ligger sammenkrøllet i fosterstilling og hvisker for seg selv "jeg har ikke driv, jeg har ikke driv, jeg bare driver".&lt;br /&gt;Jeg kan ikke akkurat si at jeg vet hva jeg vil. For å være helt ærlig har jeg ikke den fjerneste anelse om jeg skal satse på musikk eller noe helt annet og derfor syns jeg det er stressend med slike formaninger ikke bare en, men flere ganger. Trøndertun har som sikkert også mange andre folkehøgskoler sine bra sider, men den har også sine dårlige. Kanskje er det jeg som forventer at alt skal skje nå, med en gang, som skaper min egen frustrasjon. I grunn har jeg alltid tenkt sånn. Helst vil jeg leve i øyeblikket, fullt ut, men blir opptatt av også å leve i det neste, fullt ut. Så lever jeg noen gang i det?&lt;br /&gt;Akkurat nå hører jeg på Mogwai og det er litt beroligende. Jeg har spurt Espen Berg om han kan undervise meg annenhver uke i Jazzpiano. Det føles så lenge siden jeg har spilt noe og som om alle andre sitter på tonnevis av mere ferdigheter enn meg. Det kommer til å bli skummelt å begyne igjen, men jeg er så flink til å skape egen frykt. Jeg vil ikke bli fanget av den. I de siste dagene har jeg lurt på om det ikke finnes noen andre grenser enn de man setter for seg selv. Et klisje og uorginalt spørsmål, men det fortoner seg for meg som om det er et spørsmål hvor alt er relativt og det er umulig å komme fram til noe fornuftig.&lt;br /&gt;Ellers prøver jeg så godt jeg kan å dra i gang musikalske prosjekter.&lt;br /&gt;Og jeg har kjøpt meg sofa.&lt;br /&gt;En funky, gul, 70-talls en.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-991277601010160076?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/991277601010160076/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=991277601010160076' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/991277601010160076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/991277601010160076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ha-driv-eller-bare-driv-rundt.html' title='Ha driv eller bare driv rundt.-*'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-4293608418313031952</id><published>2008-09-07T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:02:10.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The crazy kazoos, Earthships&amp;seilfly. Ah je</title><content type='html'>The crazy kazoos har sett dagens lys! Vær oppmerksom verden!&lt;br /&gt;På fredag var jeg, Ina, Tuva og et par andre fra Trøndertun nede på Tre45(1musikk butikk) i Trondheim og gjett hva vi fant der: Kazoos! The crazy kazoos er nå stiftet og vi tenkte vi skule begynne med å spille "Bonanza-themet", Manna manna og andre spennende ting. Vi har med Henrik the magic leaf magician som backingband. .... &amp;amp;Mats.&lt;br /&gt;Vi kommer snart med egen urørt side&amp;amp;musikkvideo, med gimmicks, show&amp;amp;medfølgende.&lt;br /&gt;O jea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er søndag kveld folkens og selv om jeg har klart meg rimelig bra hele resten av dagen etter gårsdagens, hmm, noe interessante bytur så tok kvelden meg nå. Sitter å hører på Radiohead og Broken social scene &amp;amp; drar ut tiden før jeg kommer til å sovne nå.&lt;br /&gt;På lørdag var jeg på et seminar om eco-landsbyer, altså ekologiske landsbyer hvor husene er bærekraftige og i stand til å forsyne seg selv med sin egen energi, vannrensning og lignende. Earthships kalte de det.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil egentlig ikke bo i et vanlig, firkantet hus når jeg blir voksen og skal bo et sted. Et virkelig koselig hus, "hulelignende" er kanskje ikke det rette ordet, men et eller annet sånt et kunne jeg gjerne ha bodd i. Et earthship altså. Sjekk mer på &lt;a href="http://www.world-changers.org/"&gt;www.world-changers.org&lt;/a&gt; (tror det var noe sånt) eller google eartships hvis du er interessert.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har forresten bestemt meg for å delta på seilflyve-kurset. Hej, man lever bare en gang. Da får jeg heller låne 1000kr av noen åsså være jævla fattig, det vil si enda fattigere enn jeg er nå, senere. Jeg vil fly. Det er drømmen! En av dem.&lt;br /&gt;Vakre drømmer mennesker, nå er planen å være litt trist å henge på face en god stund!&lt;br /&gt;.-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-4293608418313031952?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/4293608418313031952/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=4293608418313031952' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/4293608418313031952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/4293608418313031952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-kazoos-earthships-ah-je.html' title='The crazy kazoos, Earthships&amp;seilfly. Ah je'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-7098200840245086857</id><published>2008-08-31T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:38:34.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekno-crap.-*</title><content type='html'>Teknologi. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Skjønner ikke om jeg har publisert det første innlegget eller om jeg bare har publ. Incognito-innlegget. Tekniske ting er av&amp;amp;til ikke mine venner, ei heller min sterkeste side. Men samme det. I alle fall, kjære mennesker der ute. Hei. Jeg er Veslemøy, 19år fra Grue(verdens navle)&amp;amp;går for tiden på Trøndertun folkehøgskole som ligger ca.15-30min. utafor Trondheim.&lt;br /&gt;Har vel vært her en ukeeller noe. Hurrah. en så langt har det vært en fantastisk uke. Har sett på det tidligere trøndertun-bandet Incognito&amp;amp;spilt på åpen scene på fredag. Det var jævli gøy å se alle her rock&amp;amp;jazz linja(Trøndertun har JAzz,Rock, Kunst, lyd&amp;amp;dans og er en folkehøg. på ca. 120 elever), spille&amp;amp;at det var så jævli høyt nivå. Spes. jazzklassen eide oss(rock) hardt når det gjaldt egenkomponerte låter. Der var det et bare sjelelige mennesker ute&amp;amp;skapte krøll for oss med sine fantatsiske komposisjoner, men je. Vi tar dem igjen. Jeg spilte min første live-opptreden på bass sammen med Tuva, kjara mi som spiller el-gitar&amp;amp;vi sto begge for vokal på Pj Harveys The life and death of mr.badmouth (med en entusiastisk Ola som også er vkalist på trommer). Jeg fikk også ha gleden a å synge på weird fishes fra Radioheads nye album In Rainbows som er en av de fineste radiohead sangene jeg noen gang har hørt og abs. anbefaler alle å høre på.&lt;br /&gt;I går var vi på byen. Det vil si hele Trøndertun, ca.120 elever og alle hadde selfølgelig tenkt seg inn på Mormors, et lite utested som ser ut som noe mormorra de kunne levd sine siste dager i og som står for Trondheims billigste øl. Tidligere på dagen gikk jeg noen runder i Trondheim med min tvillingbror som har bodd her 2hele uker mer enn meg, (jeg har bodd her en hel uke, wow) &amp;amp;fikk  litt omvisning av ham. Innså at det kommer til å bli jævli vanskelig å bo her uten å blakke meg no jævli. HAr lært en regel om å bare kjøpe en ting hver dag av min bror. Kjøpte To bring you my love med Pj Harvey som jeg ikke har fra før a, O jea.&lt;br /&gt;Men uansett, mormors var jævli kult, etterpå stakk vi på samfunnet. Det var for å oppsummere&amp;amp;jævli kult, men de hadde ikke mer sjokoladekake da jeg skulle kjøpe det. Bu. De spillte dess. jævli mye slagere i nederste etasje &amp;amp; et høydepunkt på kvelden var da Sondre mobba meg for å ha sølt en dråpe øl, for så å miste hele jævla øllen sin 2sek. etterpå helt uten videre.      Jea.&lt;br /&gt;Eneste jeg har gjort i dag er vel å vaske klær&amp;amp;spise meg forderva. Getting fatter by the hur, maten her er så jævla god!&lt;br /&gt;More to come.&lt;br /&gt;bahbah.-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-7098200840245086857?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/7098200840245086857/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=7098200840245086857' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/7098200840245086857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/7098200840245086857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2008/08/tekno-crap.html' title='Tekno-crap.-*'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-6935251942417136935</id><published>2008-08-28T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:53:24.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incognito.-*</title><content type='html'>Incognito, bandet som gikk på Trøndertun i fjor, var mildt sagt fett.&lt;div&gt;De hadde en sykt rå vokal, sykt bra&amp;amp;samstemt bass&amp;amp;trommer som ifølge noen av lydelevene her bar preg av å tidligere ha gått på lyd&amp;amp;plukket opp et&amp;amp;annet triks der. Eneste var kanskje at de spiller en type musikk som i lengden kan være for lite varierende&amp;amp;høres for likt ut. Det er rå musikk, ingen tvil om det, men låt5 bør jo helst ikke høres ut som låt 3&amp;amp;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;men anyway, I got the feeling for å si det sånn. Det var en sånn type konsert med musikk av den grad at jeg ikke ville gått derifra for alt i verden. Som overbeviser deg om at livet er verdt&amp;amp;leve&amp;amp;at man lever det vakkert&amp;amp;fullt ut der&amp;amp;da. Heldigvis for oss lettere rare mennesker med flaue øyeblikk man helst vil glemme, eller den ene personen i livet som man rett&amp;amp;slett ikke takler finnes det sånne konserter, som lar deg glemme alt for et øyeblikk. Og bare være til stedetder&amp;amp;da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.-* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230628168528764916-6935251942417136935?l=blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/feeds/6935251942417136935/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230628168528764916&amp;postID=6935251942417136935' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/6935251942417136935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230628168528764916/posts/default/6935251942417136935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blodsukkersexmagi.blogspot.com/2008/08/incognito.html' title='Incognito.-*'/><author><name>Blood-sugar-sex-magic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557732107485731580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/TBgG09dpOKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LD_trYFXdM8/S220/DSCF1132.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230628168528764916.post-4676577662771735613</id><published>2008-08-28T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:58:36.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transcending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SSXriwCVvbI/AAAAAAAAABo/w7XQGbJdU8k/s1600-h/ldvjigl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270877921149828530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJEjzK7FMgg/SSXriwCVvbI/AAAAAAAAABo/w7XQGbJdU8k/s320/ldvjigl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dette var da min første blogg som ikke ble publisert, men endte med en dyster skjebne som utkast. Men nå vet jeg hvordan, altså:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til dere mennesker der ute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeg er Veslemøy, 19 år, fra lille Grue kommune i Hedmark, også kjent som verdens navle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I høst/vår-året som kommer I should be so lucky to gå på Trøndertun Folkehøgskole i Sør-trønderlag, ca. 1kvarter utafor Trondheim rock city. Det her vil bli en blogg om det meste mellom måne&amp;amp;gressplen. Akkuratt nå spiller Incognito, et av fjoråretsband så jeg hadde store planer om å gå å se på det. More to come&amp;amp;under construction. 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