Ah, finnaly.... at "home" in Bergen! I've gotten off that stupid noisy and claustrophobic train and am now sitting in my grandparent's with the laptop (which my English teacher claims I have an alarming addictive relationship with...) on my lap, haha. I've been reading Nick Hornby's High Fidelity on my way over here (that's six hours) and I found it surprisingly depressive, even though I have read it before, and then I actually enjoyed it a lot! Maybe I'm just in a gloomy mood these days... It's all the darkness! The sun's only around for about six hours a day, which is very frustrating if you don't wake up until elleven, and then don't get out of the house until one.
But I'll keep only happy thoughts as I'm here, 'cause I am after all going to hang with my very best mates, Steph, Marianne and Magnus:)
In the afternoons that is, until then I'll be hanging with farmor(father's mother) and helping her out with her shopping and other important chores.
Positive and soothing thoughts from Sun (who is seriously concidering a trip to the solarium one of these days)
I've been reading my last blogpost over and over the last days, and I now realize that it made me sound very conservative and I didn't mean for that at all! I've found out recently that I can concider myself a socialist:p
Anyway, as I keep saying, this blog isn't for discussing politics and booring things like that...
What I originaly wanted to tell you about was a very scary thing that just happened to me.
I'll have to tell you about an incident from this spring first though, 'cause one day I'd been out with Maria and bought Quadrophenia on dvd and the Who Sell Out on cd. I was listening through the cd, which by the way didn't give a very good first impression, when suddenly it started to skip the songs! I got really mad and put it in a different player, but still it kept skipping, and stopping and then went on playing... And this never happened at my dad's place...(duhluh-duhluh...)
And today, while I was copying music over to my computer, I'd put in another Who-cd, and left the room, well knowing that the sound was turned off. Then when I came back, the sound was on and the cd was playing!
Ok, this has happened to other cds, but no more than once per cd. Haha, I guess I'm a bit paranoid and superstitious:p And I've never really experienced any other super natural things in this house... But a girl can dream that she might just have a ghost in her room who also happens to enjoy the Who...
I watched a tv show last week called "Safari" which is about culture stuff and art and so on.
That nights show was about feminist artists, and abortion and other issues that women can relate to.
They had this thing about this Swedish feminist artist, who had decided to make a sort of exhibition called something like "Birthday Party For Happy Aborted Children".
She had made all these cakes shaped as small foeteses and said that her intention with this little birthday party, was to provoke and remove the taboo around abortion, which so many women will have to go through. I have to say, before I continue that this "artist" once masturbated in front of her cat, and recorded it on tape and called it art so...
Anyways, she had this exhibition in Bergen, one of the cities in Norway that contains most free and freaky people, so I'm not exactly impressed.
I mean, what is she trying to get at? She's in Norway, whith total freedom of speach, where there are no demonstrators standing outside the locals waiting to stone her or disfigure her face because of the exhibition.
I would respect her so much more if she was actually at the risk of being arrested.
If she went down to, say, an Amish village, or maybe Iran and did this, I would probably see the point, but she isn't risking anything.
This week there will be a thing about this other artist who takes pictures of naked people in the middle of New York, and gets arressted almost every time.
Somehow I feel that that is a little more impressive, because he is actually provoking someone, whilst this swedish lady is doing nothing like that. All she is accomplishing is to annoy a couple of women, and maybe a couple of men, but there is no "revolution".
I'm desperately into music, all kinds of music really, but the genre that stands above all genres for me is Rock.
Well, classic brit-rock as I like to call it. I'm not really a fan of the expression "Rock" anyway, 'cause I think it has been ruined by hardcore fans with nails and black leather clothes and black make up.
As you might have figured, I'm into bands like the Who, the Kinks, Stones and let's not forget the Monkees, but also newer bands like the Kooks, Arctic Monkeys and so on. Lately I've gotten this obsession for more glammed up seventies bands. It started with my intrest in the Who and the Kinks, 'cause as opposed to the Monkees and the Beatles, they continued in to the seventies and let their music get even better. This led to me liking things like Roxy Music, Steve Harley and the Cockney Rebel, etc. etc. and it also brought back my interest in David Bowie, Lou Reed, T-Rex and other bands and artists that dad used to play for me when I was younger. Roxy Music
David Bowie
Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
This is all very well, 'cause it seems to give me some respect, although this would be amongst my dad's friends and my friend's parents, but still, I'm proud of my music taste.
It's just that, I find it a little disturbing that this is what appeals to me.
Music which is about 30 years old, is what makes me feel at home.
Why am I instantly drawn to this music?
It wouldn't be so odd if I lived at the same time as this music, but I mean, I feel I can relate to the lyrics of two generations before my own.
It seems I'm only drawn towards the works of men in their sixties?
I've got to admit though, I really do enjoy all the great music we are getting nowadays.
But I can't remember last time a modern song moved me by either it's lyrics or it's melody.
It might be that I'm glorifying the aeras in which the songs were written, and that I would feel different if I actually lived in the sixties or seventies, but unlike other "bitter" classic rock-fans, I am open to anything that turns me on. I even enjoy me some Britney when I feel like it.
It could also be the innocent rebeliousnes about these songs. How they would use referrences to sex, masturbation, drugs or even just plain swear words, and afterwards have to insist that they meant something else.
Also, I don't think anyone has managed to write as beautifully about depression or teenage angst as these bands.
Some would probably say Nirvana, but then I feel Nirvana is a bit of an overkill really.
There's something about not having such a dark and gloomy attitude, and being able to see this depressive world from a happier angle which makes me feel that it's ok to feel down, but you can't let it ruin you.
I know that with the amount of drugs theses people took, they probably wouldn't be the best preachers, but then that's a different matter again, and I could waste another blog post just writing about that.
Bottom line is:
I do have a taste of music which is very unusual for teenage girls, and yes, I do think people like Mick Jagger and Roger Daltrey are dead sexy, even in their older days(I know, a bit weird, yes...) but that's just the way my taste is, I can't really help it.
And maybe it's all just good for me? Being into older music has given me quite a lot of knowledge about it and things to talk about when in company.
I've had many discussions with Magnus over the last three years...
Anyway, will be going now. It's pouring with rain outside, but I still feel like going to a café or something:)
I don't really fancy myself a feminist, 'cause I don't usually question things in society, like the coca cola zero commercials. (Quote: "Why not bras with zero fumbling" or "Why not girlfriends with zero headaches") or other so-called sexist commercials or statements from the media. I think, that in our part of the world, it's more a question about equality. Like why, in 2008 men are better paid than women and so on. But although things like these don't usually apeal to me, I've been thinking about the difference between people's view of rebellious girls and rebellious boys. Take Amy Winehouse, or Kate Moss.
They've both been busted for drugs, Wineouse quite a lot of times, and whenever an incident like that has occured, the media has made them look like tragic addicted women who can't take care of themselves. Whilst whenever something like that happens to a male celebrity, they're concidered wild and exiting and quite a rebel. I'm not saying it's like this in every case, 'cause I don't think many people digged Pete Doherty's falling out.
But still, men get more respect than the women when they go "crazy" like that.
Like Keith Moon. He's worshiped by who-fans all over the world as the loonie, druggie, alcoholic god of the drums, while Lindsay Lohan, who shows quite a similar behaviour is referred to as an unstabile, slutty and tragic person.
I know Moon might have been a tad more tallented and experienced than Lohan, but still...
Then again, I don't know how people talked about Moon in the late seventies, and maybe Lohan will have to die before people start treating her as an icon.
What triggered me to write this is actually a headline on the front of a magazine saying that some norwegian b-celebrity was a "Recless Sex-Symbol".
It's just that a boy can shag whoever he wants, drink as much as he likes and get drug-busted a kazzillion times, and still be a "Recless Sex-Symbol".
If a girl shagged thirty different people, got drunk every night and someone found 10 grams of marihuana in her matress, she wouldn't exactly be reffered to as a sex-symbol. More like "Problematic crack-whore"
I don't know if it's really a big deal, I just came to think about it.
Wow, I just watched Mermaids, which I haven't watched for a real long time!
I'd forgotten how great this movie was! I can't be bothered to write a rewiev or anything now, 'cause I'm supposed to do my homework, but why don't you enjoy these pictures while you find out about it it yourself?
I was just watching the Simpsons episode called "D'oh-ing in the wind", where Homer discovers his mother's hippie past, and there were lot's of references to all these drug related things... and shoot, I can't remeber what put the idea in my head, but I just came to think about that scary scene in Dumbo, with the pink elephants... Dumbo and Timothy Mouse accidentaly get drunk and start to hallucinate, and this is where the scene, commonly known as the Pink Elephants On Parade sequence. I watched it again on YouTube, and I must say, it frightened me more now, than it ever did when I was a kid, and I used to watch Dumbo a lot! Well, my old beloved Wikipedia has this to say about it: [Quote]The song along with the segment itself has been ingrained in pop culture as an infamous allusion to intoxication. The scene is also notorious as being quite scary for some children and one of the classic "scary scenes" in Disney films most adults still remember from their childhood. For this reason it has been included at Number 90 in retrocrush's "100 Scariest Movie Scenes" in 2004[2] and in a list compiled by filmsite [3]. It is indeed quite understandable that the surreal, nightmarish choreography of the scene, along with the high-pitched music and hypnotic motions and colors, would produce anxiety among children, reminding them of their bad dreams or even febrile delirium. It has also been said that most children who see the film don't understand that Dumbo is drunk and therefore are confused by the hallucination. [end quote]
Kind of disturbing eh? And this film came out in 1941! I mean, this is before the sixties, where people used drug references all the time!
Another drug-sequence I thought about, when I heard the song "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplaine, isn't exactly a hallusination, but it's the one with the catterpillar in Alice in wonderland. I mean, the caterpillar is sitting on a mushroom(which makes you tall og small if you eat it) while smoking something that clearely is making him intoxicated and annoying. Alle the colourful words and letters coming out with the smoke and the way he is totally laidback and indulged in his own world, would remind you of a stoner, wouldn't it?
And this movie came out in '51 I think, also before the sixties' big drug craze. I must say, Disney were a lot more daring before, and they probably took advantage of the fact that if anyone questioned their acid-trip like scenes, they could say it was only innocent children's entertainment.
But who knows, maybe I'm just beeing speculative....
In Norway we have this tradition in putting up great big school revues in colleges(high schools) all over the country, and the newspapers write reviews on them and lots of people come to watch etc.
Anyway, they also throw these big parties to, well, I guess celebrate.
And so I went to one of these yesterday, held by Elvebakken and Oslo By Steinerskole(Oslo's steiner school).
It was so much fun!!! It was a dress-up party, and you had to go as you favourite movie character.
Yes, I did go as Rollergirl again:D
I got lot's of attention for my skates, and I danced lot's and met so many new lovely people! Too bad it was a school night, 'cause when I got home, I was so full of energy that I couldn't make myself go to sleep!! And now I've got the worst headache ever...
But it's ok, I had(as I said) the best time ever! First I went to Maddie and dressed up, put on make up etc. and met Laura, who was gorgeous! And so after curlig Laura's hair and making seventies flip on my own hair, we went of to Irfan for a little before party. But Laura went somewhere else though:p Irfan's was really nice, and I'd forgotten how much I miss him... I almost made his microwave explode(again). I was only going to reheat a frozen roll, and I put the timer on five mins. and when I came back the whole oven was full of smoke... So I screamed, like the helpless non-inderpendent girl I am... haha
Afterwards we went to the party which was at a place called Fabrikken(the factory) and I danced and danced and danced and chatted with lots of killer, awesome, wicked people and skated around 'till my feet were sore. Then the band got on stage(the band was great, really great!) and so I took my skates of... although, Rollergirl never takes her skates of... So I'll be going to bed now.... I'm exhausted, have been babysitting like hell for the last six hours so... Night!
There has been a lot of Obama-talk the last week, obviously, and in Norway we've been discussing the fact that it's history and how far America has come now etc. But what annoys me, is that they keep comparing USA with Norway, saying that an event like this could never happen here. I don't think that's fair at all! USA has had people immigrating for about 250 years(even longer if you count with the slavery), while in Norway, they only started coming here about thirty years ago, and so the immigrants in USA are far more intergrated in their culture than what the immigrants in Norway are. How can you expect someone who can hardly speak norwegian to be elected as prime minister? I think we'll have to wait at least another twenty years for that. Ok, I'm being a bit generalizing, 'cause we already have immigrants with profiled positions in Norwegian politics, but my point is that little Norway, who until not too long ago was concidered quite a primitive country by other parts of the world(and definitely by Monty Python), shouldn't be compared to bigger, older and far more experienced America. Although I think there are some things USA could learn from us;D
I've never really been the biggest USA-fan, and I haven't been that into the election before, but this time it's an historical event.
Congrats USA! You definetely made the right choice:p
I am so happy that Obama won!!
It's so hard to believe that the same country who voted George W. Bush, not only once, but twice for president, has elected a black, laidback and different man to lead their country. It seems USA has finally learned from previous mistakes, and that the country is ready for "a change".
So, once again, congratulations! Hope this is the start of something good, and I hope Obama will manage to follow through his promises.
I found pictures from Halloween:D Anje was so kind as to let me publish them, and you should know, she has taken all of them;) Me and Mathias, drummer of the Young Brother Boys<3Maren, Nissa(vocals and bass btw.) and Mathias
Ever since I started getting in to football, I've been a fan of Vålerenga, which is Oslo East's main team, but my father is a big Brann-supporter, since he's from Bergen.
Now my best friend, who is the daughter of my father's best friend(:p) supports Brann as well, and since Brann and Vålerenga are what you could call enemies, I've had to put up with a lot of shit whenever we're on holidays together and the two are playing against one another.
Once I went to a Brann-Vålerega match with my mum, who's a Vålerenga supporter, and we sat amongst all the other Vålerenga supporters, while dad sat with the Brann supporters. The thought that both my parents, representing each their team, were on the same football match and the fact that no matter who won, I would never hear the end of it, was too much for me. The whole match ended in me going to the bathroom to vommit. I don't even remember the final score!
Anyway, I have been to a great deal of Brann games, 'cause I enjoy watching football and my father always invites me along.
And yesterday Brann and Vålerenga were playing against each other in the last match in the series.
I found myself on the Brann-side with my father and a whole bunch of other Brann-supporters.
I couldn't help it, but I kept doing Brann-supportive things all the time, like clapping whenever they did something good, singing along to their songs and even jumping to my feet when they scored their first(and only) goal. I remembered who I wass and quickly restrained myself though.
But I must say, I got feelings I couldn't really understand towards this other team yesterday...
Like I said to dad: I felt like I was the Pope's son, and I was just getting feeling towards another boy!
Well, Brann won, leaving me with mixed feelings and confusion:S
What's up with Norwegians and that sickening urge to go for walks all the time?? I've just had what parents(and Anje) usually reffer to as a discussion with my dad and my stepmother. It's Sunday afternoon, it's really, really cold, and I'm in a good mood for relaxing and snugling up in one corner of the sofa with a cup of chai tea, and maybe dr.Phil on the telly, but the two outdoor terrorists had decided they wanted to take my two little brothers and me out for a walk. And it would be alright if their definition of walk was the same as me and my friends' definition, but in their norwegian world, a walk means out in the woods for five hours, freezing your better parts off and then beeing stuck on the tube for another hour because of all the other thoroughbred norwegian familys who have decided to go for a torturing walk. I'm not beeing lazy and non-sporty, it's just that sundays are for relaxing!! Come on! They were at a wedding 'till five o'clock last night, and they want to go for a bloody walk!! I feel like norwegian familys have this cramp-like urge to go for walks and walks and walks, just so they can maintain their reputation for being such sporty outdoor enthusiasts... Well, I'm beeing very brutal towards norwegians, I'm aware of that, they just get on my nerves sometimes... But I mustn't forget, that I was born here, and I am afterall half a norwegian;) I just missed out on the half that loves long walks in the forest, along with two whiny and snotty kids... ahwell, I ended up staying at home, and I'm guessing I'm in for a real akward and bitter atmosphere when they get home.. Which is so unlike them...
Oh for god's sake! I am the worst Who fan ever! I totally forgot to write a little note about John Entwistle's birthday on October 9th!
John Entwistle was the Who's bassist from the very start 'till his death in 2002. In my opinion he is one of the best and most innovative bass players in the history of rock. ONE of the best, that is, 'cause there is this other guy who was really good, but I can't remember his name now:p
But back to the topic.
Entwistle was born in Chiswick in 1944, and played instruments such as the french horn(which I think he played in Pictures Of Lily), the trumpet and piano.
John Entwistle also stands for one of the first(maybe even the first) recorded bass solos on a rock album. This Solo is the well known solo in My Generation:D I love it when I'm dancing and that solo comes! Anyway, I can't say much more about the great Entwistle other than that he's another of the many men on this planet of whom I deeply admire for his skills and accomplishments. Here are some pictures of ol' Thunderfingers:
Entwistle with Jimi Hendrix backstage at Monterey
In 1969
Performing My Generation with The Who in 1967
Entwistle playing along seemingly unaffected by the explosion going on behind him
I haven't been able to write for a couple of days now, 'cause I've sort of been busy... or... whatever...
The day before yesterday our school threw a halloween party, which was to be held at Roxy.
So Amanda, Maren and I got ready at my place before we went(shit, I wish we took some pictures! We looked bloody delicious!)
I went as... you'll never guess.... Rollergirl!! while Maren and Amanda both went as pirates:D
We arrived at the "vorspiel"(like the party before the actual party...) at seven, but had to leave again to meet Aslak and Ola who came as a two headed troll:p After skating around waiting for about half an hour, freezing our arses of we went back to the party and had ourselves a ball(still no effin' pictures!!!) and a certain someone had too much of a good time, so right before we were leaving to go to Roxy, this certain someone sat outside throwing up with sweet Anje supporting her, holding her hair back and doing what friends should do when someone has had one too many.
Well, the whole rest of the evening was cold, a wee bit stressful and we ended up not going to Roxy after all(well most of us).
Early next morning I woke up feeling like shait, but was pleasantly surprised when I saw the lovely snow that had fallen during the night(no wonder we were freezing).
But I had a nice time, although I blew my money off:p
But I want to go to bed now, I've just watched the season finale of Skins,which I found a bit disturbing, but also very sweet:)
So I'll be off, right after I've added Regine's blog(in norwegian) to my blogroll!
hahaaa! My grandad is the best of the best!! I had been going on about a couple of really cool vintage rollerskates I found on eBay, which I really wanted to bid on, but the seller had put on a "UK bids only" note. So I asked my grandad(who is a very experienced eBay-er) if he could maybe sort it out for me. So he wrote a note to the seller, trying to persuade him to accept outside-of-UK bids as well. But the seller wouldn't, and so I didn't get to buy the skates:( Anyhow, my grandad went up to a local market yeasterday, full of vintage stuff, spesifically to look for vintage rollerskates, and guess what! He found some alright!! AND he bought them for me:D:D So I went to get them today, and I'm going to wear them tomorrow at my school's Halloween party!! So I've been skating around since I got home, although I fell right on my arse in the livingroom(which made my dad and stepmom burst in to vicious laughter...) And now I'm up in my room playing Melanie Safka's Brand New Key(the rollerskate song):D
Monday 20 October 2008
Ok, my original plan for this post was to complain about the Norwegian autumn, but since I decided not to be negative anymore, I'll have to do it with a twist.
It goes like this: I simply LOVE Norway in the autumn! The grey dark sky covering the city, is firmly colouring our trees and houses and clothes in this wonderfully depressing shade. Everywhere the leaves are moulding together with dog shit, cigarette butts and dead birds, covering the pavements and making an exciting obstacle trail to entertain me on my way to school! Also, it's so uplifting when I remind myself that it's going to get even darker and colder! I'm not looking forward to my London trip at all! When I go to London it will be springtime, and warmer and obviously I don't care much for sun and bird's singing.
Aw-well... I'll have to focus on the English presentation going on in front of me.... it's about the American warzzz..zzz...zzz...
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Steph: Summer pictures
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This summer holiday was not any different than all the other holidays. What
I mean is that the camera was used as much as always.
Stephanie
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I'm aganist any movement that stereotypes my life, and though I have strong opinions, I don't fuss with telling everyone about them... It's a free world isn't it?
