At the moment I am so fortunate to have time to work on my music. I spend my days doing all sorts of things, but all the time my head is buzzing with ideas like a melody or some lyrics. Naturally, I also spend my days pondering the question; why do I do music? What is my purpose with all of it? The answer is rather complex, I guess, but the essence of it is something like this:
I want to put words and music to how I feel about things - this way, maybe others can find in my music anything helping them to identify or put into something concrete what they themselves are feeling, but unable to point out.
This is what music often brings me, and this is what I want to bring others with my music.
The origins of song lie in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty human soul - J.M. Coetzee -
mandag 25. januar 2010
mandag 18. januar 2010
Candlelight
If you have ever been annoyed by the big block-candles leaving way to much wax behind when they wont burn anylonger, here is a tip for you:
At a hobby-store, buy wicks (norsk:veke). Melt the leftover wax in a bath of hot water (obviously you should not put the wax directly in the water, but in a bowl and then in another bowl/ kettle with hot water...), and pour it into a glass suitable for holding a candle (it should be off glass, quite solid and thick). Then place a wick in the middle of the still liquid wax, and wait for it to harden!
At a hobby-store, buy wicks (norsk:veke). Melt the leftover wax in a bath of hot water (obviously you should not put the wax directly in the water, but in a bowl and then in another bowl/ kettle with hot water...), and pour it into a glass suitable for holding a candle (it should be off glass, quite solid and thick). Then place a wick in the middle of the still liquid wax, and wait for it to harden!
*Picture taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candle
fredag 15. januar 2010
Little green boy
Little green boy
they talk about you like they know you
Little green boy
how you wished that was the truth
Little green boy
you're desperate for someone to see you
Roses are red and frogs are green
and so are you
they talk about you like they know you
Little green boy
how you wished that was the truth
Little green boy
you're desperate for someone to see you
Roses are red and frogs are green
and so are you
onsdag 13. januar 2010
fredag 8. januar 2010
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