Invigorated
It's a big old, bad old, tough old town, it's true
But beginnings are contagious there
They're always setting stages there
They're always turning pages there for you
Ah, what a nice way to start my easter break: First a low-key Dan Fägerquist concert, and then a sleepover at my friend Marie's.
Fägerquist, as always, blew me away. It was held at the former Ås train station (which has been converted to a sort of "alternative" café/gallery/thing), and though I love that more and more people are discovering him, I still prefer the intimate low-key performances like we had yesterday. I still can't fathom how a young Swedish guy with a guitar can utterly enrapture an audience of various inebriated stages just by singing Vargjakten.
And he let slip that he'll be releasing a new CD come fall. And it'll probably include Dina ögon är som knivar, which has become one of my favourite disturbing love songs. Fingers crossed it'll include Ingen mans land and På spänd lina as well.
I've been thinking: I should check out Jørn Simen Øverli, shouldn't I? He's our own Norwegian singer of Vystotsky songs. And hey, they got his albums at the Deichman library, that's tomorrow settled then.
Had a lovely time at Marie's, and met her friends. Within minutes me and her friend R. (who had been introduced to me with "This is R., he knows everything about movies. R., this is Tilly, she knows even more.") were discussing Hitchhiker's Guide and Gary Oldman and Doctor Who and we just kept on with the geekfest the rest of the night, and most of this morning. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
I hadn't even realized how much this shut-in semi-student life had affected me. Just sleeping over and chatting and eating a marvellous easter breakfast (R. fried eggs) has transformed me back to the way Tilly is supposed to be.
So that's good.
I feel like watching a movie. Maybe another part of The invasion of time and then... well, Young Frankenstein perhaps?
But beginnings are contagious there
They're always setting stages there
They're always turning pages there for you
Ah, what a nice way to start my easter break: First a low-key Dan Fägerquist concert, and then a sleepover at my friend Marie's.
Fägerquist, as always, blew me away. It was held at the former Ås train station (which has been converted to a sort of "alternative" café/gallery/thing), and though I love that more and more people are discovering him, I still prefer the intimate low-key performances like we had yesterday. I still can't fathom how a young Swedish guy with a guitar can utterly enrapture an audience of various inebriated stages just by singing Vargjakten.
And he let slip that he'll be releasing a new CD come fall. And it'll probably include Dina ögon är som knivar, which has become one of my favourite disturbing love songs. Fingers crossed it'll include Ingen mans land and På spänd lina as well.
I've been thinking: I should check out Jørn Simen Øverli, shouldn't I? He's our own Norwegian singer of Vystotsky songs. And hey, they got his albums at the Deichman library, that's tomorrow settled then.
Had a lovely time at Marie's, and met her friends. Within minutes me and her friend R. (who had been introduced to me with "This is R., he knows everything about movies. R., this is Tilly, she knows even more.") were discussing Hitchhiker's Guide and Gary Oldman and Doctor Who and we just kept on with the geekfest the rest of the night, and most of this morning. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
I hadn't even realized how much this shut-in semi-student life had affected me. Just sleeping over and chatting and eating a marvellous easter breakfast (R. fried eggs) has transformed me back to the way Tilly is supposed to be.
So that's good.
I feel like watching a movie. Maybe another part of The invasion of time and then... well, Young Frankenstein perhaps?