Archive for ‘Music’

October 12, 2010

another change of plans

So maybe I’d like to try falling in love for a change.

June 8, 2010


Two words. Pop. Art. Or one. Popart. Or another two. Lady. Gaga. Or just ale alejandeeerrrooooo.

A more elaborate commentary might pop up later when I get a hold of myself.


So the video starts by feeling kind of like a photo shoot. The outfits, the colors, everything pretty much makes me think that if I’d pick up a still every other second through out the whole video, I’d probably have a spread for Vogue Magazine. After that it’s impression after impression after impression, it’s hard to keep track of all the details. I’ve managed to see the video twice (youtube is pretty much on overload at this point) and am still pretty sure I still haven’t got the whole thing. Nazi-references, suppression, Madonna (Like a prayer, Evita and Vogue, anyone?), religion, sex, war, homoeroticism…

This piece is a lot darker than the before released videos of Gaga. In the same way, it’s quite a lot stronger somehow. As mentioned by Tamar Anitai Gaga did say that this was to be a celebration of her appreciation and love for the gay community. And what tremendous love she gives. Gaga really isn’t going anywhere.

May 19, 2010

a tune to keep me on my feet

… and quite possibly on any dancefloor further than 7km away (my faith in Malmö’s club scene isn’t the strongest).

Imma party and party and party and pa- and pa- and party and party and party

But since this bootyliciousness isn’t moving anywhere further than 7m away at this point, this is good night.

May 19, 2010

waka waka

So I did a variation of the waka waka yesterday. 55min of jumping up and down, throwing my arms around and shaking my tushy was quite exhausting to say the least. Still, I managed to squeeze in an hour of yoga between the hard-core activity and my collapsing onto my cosy bed at a decent hour. I deserve a pat on the shoulder.

Here are some kids that deserve more than that.

I think I just got served.

May 14, 2010

a high five and a falafel

might be just what you get when you come to my hometown Malmö.

Yes, mimes are up there with clowns and very small spaces with four walls when it comes to my fears. It was deeply disturbing for me to watch this video. But Timbuktu still says it’s “Somebody else’s problem” (Nån annans problem).

Hey, thanks for the coffee.

and now we’re off to Malmö, we’re off to Malmöööööö.

April 19, 2010

the colder water

and so it is,
just like you said it should be,
we’ll both forget the breeze,
most of the time

I can’t take my mind off of you…
I can’t take my mind…
my mind… my mind…
’til I find somebody new.

April 18, 2010

it’s just that it’s delicate

So why’d you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place that you’ve known
And why’d you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why’d you sing with me at all?

April 17, 2010

some things happen for a reason…

there’s always a silver lining, no use crying over spilled milk etc.

blah, blah, blah.

I’m cool. Taking it easy. And wishing my favorite Danes a wicked weekend with a classic :)


April 15, 2010


Title self-explanatory.

I actually like how the last picture (shot in comic book style) accentuates my mole (even though IRL it’s not half as big). Makes me look a bit Marilyn Monroe. Fierce.

This is what happens when you put me in front of a camera, in this case, one equipped with PhotoBooth. Perhaps some people are just not meant to be on this side of the lens… or perhaps we just need practise? (:

Eitherway, I’m off to enjoy le soleil on this beeeeaaauuutiful spring day in beloved 040.
Au revoir!

Psst. Whilst enjoying the sun, why not put your records on and let your hair down?

April 14, 2010


I just love Spotify. Yet another thing I missed ever so dearly whilst in China. Just checking the hit list, or the suggested artists… and then finding a new voice. A new obsession.

Or just another song to fall asleep to.

In spite of a dis’
It was lust at first sight
Asked you for the time it was wrong but it seemed right
Feelin’ the buzz long after the bar
You come to my show tell me I’m a star
Knowin’ I’m going and knowin’ we shouldn’t be doing this tonight
When logic says no mind and body says it’s oh so right