The return of public ridicule (oh, and lots of catching up)

It would seem that my beard has now reached a volume that attracts comments from sniveling punks and still-in-gradeschool retards. When I had long hair that form of attention made me sad... now I just get a weird feeling of pride. Guess it's all part of growing up and growing older. But enough about that.

The Vega concert. Oh yes. Yes yes yes. She is amazing live but then again I knew she would be having seen her live back in... 2000? I think it was 2000. At any rate a fantastic concert but a little bit overshadowed by her earlier performance. This, I think, has to do with the fact that I find her latest album well under par for her. It's just not good and that's not an easy thing for me to say as I practically worship the woman. My father was also impressed, even to a higher degree than myself.

Mads and I went to see Mezzy Slide perform at Mojo that following weekend. I had had the pleasure earlier but this was Mads's first experience with that band. They pulled off a killer performance, releasing so much energy that Mads and I had to leave early. Great guitar goodness it was a good time had.

Then followed two parties. First one thrown by the Club 15 boys at Smetti's place and then one to prematurely celebrate Kasper's birthday. Both were great shindigs with the Club 15 one providing the lions share of laughs and Kasper's being more about seeing people I had missed during the course of the summer and listening to good tunes. I was very pleased at the opportunity to be so festive over the course of a single weekend.

This past weekend saw the taking place of the annual let's-get-together-outside-of-Ærø trip for the Board. A weekend spent relaxing with good people and, more often than not, laughing our asses off.

Lesley has been around ever since I came home but, alack and alas, she leaves for more british shores tomorrow. This makes me sad but it is the way it is. Friends can't always stay geographically close, c'est la vie sadly. If I had any brains at all I would make it a priority to visit her sometime this fall.

And speaking of travelling, Mads and I are going to Rome. We've booked tickets and a hostel and everything. Wow. My first trip ever without family. Strange and youthful. Looking forward to it, the summers pretty much over here.

I start college in the morning. There's a scary thought. I feel ready.

Today was really nice. It sure was.

That sums it up pretty much. Catch y'all on the flipside.

10 years

It feels like a lifetime.
It isn't. Just ten years.
I used to believe very strongly that people were shaped primarily by the tragedies they faced, no matter how big or small said tragedies were. I don't know if I still think that's right, I haven't given it much thought in years. That's probably a good sign. There're lots of good signs.

The long update will follow as soon as I can get my blog on but good.

Shelter and peace.

Gimme a week or so

There'll be a post up about the Suzanne Vega koncert and also the Mezzy Slide one.
And probably about the Klezmofobia one if I make that.
And Kaspers party.
And the Qlub 15 thing.

Lots of stuff coming up.

Hung out with Jeppe and Hannah today. We went to see Planet Terror to top off a nice, relaxing evening. I highly recomend the Rodriguez-romp, it does everything it sets out to do and it does it very well. Fun thrills and spills, oh, and someone eats Fergies brain. Yes. It's like that.

Also, time is breaking down again but in a somewhat positive way. Don't know if I'll write more about that, we'll see how crazy I think it sounds and take it from there.

Stay tuned.

A wonderful day in Roskilde

Yesterday Mads and I went to Roskilde bright and early - well, bright and early for a saturday - to go see folk music and our old friend Eigil. Neither part dissapointed.
ROD gave a very, very nice koncert on the walking-street and after that several spontaneous jam-sessions sprung up all over town. This led me to wish two things: 1) Copenhagen should have a folk club, like Mojo but for fiddles and bothrans and mandolins and accordions and all that and 2) Every day should be filled with live music from morning till night.
These seem to me to be simple wishes.

Mads left somewhat early, leaving me to hang around Eigil and his friends from ROD. Great people all but I am always especially pleased to meet a fellow by the name of Christian, we seem to be developing one of those friendships that require but once a year contact.
In the evening I saw a few more concerts with one standing out in particular by a band called Trio Mio. They were fantastic, truly. I purchased one of their cds and find it enjoyable to be sure, but sadly unable to capture fully the energy of the trio.

I left at about half past ten in the evening, a mite early perhaps but I had a journey ahead of me that I did not want to postpone too far into the night. I hit Copenhagen right as the Tivoli fireworks were going on, right as the city was at its busiest and I basked in the glow of being back.

Yeah, I'm back.