joni january |
"Reading the news and it sure looks badThey wont give peace a chanceThat was just a dream some of us hadStill a lot of lands to seeBut I wouldnt want to stay hereIts too old and cold and settled in it...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 02:08:00 GMT |
rock classics |
Even though my father is a geologistI had forgotten the impact of rockNow it´s backin the shape of electrelanehitting my brain meteor styleDon´t take life for granit;you might miss out on the pebbles
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 01:09:00 GMT |
moonwalk |
Yesterday I walked the streets of Amsterdam to West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. It was like having her walking here besides me, challenging the shifts of rain in her high heels. And this is how...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 08:37:00 GMT |
stoned but still rolling |
All I can say today is;Theres no time to lose I heard her say.Catch you dreams before they slip away.Dying all the time.Lose your dreams and you will lose your mindAint life unkind?Goodbye Ruby Tuesda...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Aug 2006 17:12:00 GMT |
vivre sa vie |
The wind is blowing in the trees and the day belongs to Ren� Aubry. Oh what a pity that I never grew up in France; still I believe I have a stream of the tricolor in my veins. Salute!
Posted by on Sat, 12 Aug 2006 18:14:00 GMT |
Milk beats |
My friend said; 'tonfisken gjorde min dag' (the tuna made my day). Sounded like the title of a Kim Hiortøy song. That kicked off a good old reunion with 'Melke'. Go ahead trønders
Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 17:05:00 GMT |
flaming hot |
When watering the plants for a good friend of mine I come a cross a Flaming lips record. I play it whilst quenching the thirst of the greens. Leaving the appartment it is no longer just the plants tha...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 01:01:00 GMT |
Norway back |
Norwegian beat gives mellow feet, peace at mind and a minor longing for the guitar shaped country. Maybe it was the solitude, maybe the melancholy, maybe the feeling of big alterations waiting around ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 13:17:00 GMT |
bossa nova for the restless |
Gilberto Gil sings that he cant find his way home. Even though autumn is here and daylight gradually leaves us, all I can do is find my way to the door. But soon, much too soon, I will change the lo...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 01:28:00 GMT |
bleyday bleyday |
Linn had a mayday. When listening to Carla Bley problems gradually faded away; tunes wiping out whatever was grey
Posted by on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 02:00:00 GMT |
