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  • I like. I believe.

    Notes

    22 Jun 10

    I like. I believe.



    I like. I believe.
    When things are tough I like to think on the things I actually do like and believe in. Here are some.

    I like Monica Vitti.
    I like Catherine Keener.
    I believe in footmassage.
    I believe in the healing powers of Macca and Green Tea.
    I believe I was born to sing a song I just wrote.
    I believe things will change for the better.
    I like fancy dinners and expensive whines.
    I like home cooked food.
    I like breakfast in bed and not getting up til hours and hours later.
    I like beeing alone.
    I like riding my bike early in the morning through the empty streets of Stockholm. Preferably when its sunny. Which is almost fucking never.
    I like sitting in my window smoking wondering if it really just was in my head.
    I believe in older women shining with wisdom.

    Thank you. Good morning. I appreciate the blessings. Im humbled by my pain.


  • Talented

    Notes

    12 May 10

    Talented



    A very talented new Swedish artist:

    http://www.myspace.com/vonhausswolff


    The women keep it coming I gotta say. Woop woop!


    My (and everyone elses)other favourite obsession:

    http://www.myspace.com/beachhousemusic


    I feel happy to be living in this time with so many great artists around. Unfortunately it's not like they're really visible to everyone else due to some bad taste amongst the mainstream, but what you gonna do? Its the way it has always been....

    But truth conquers all. And good hair too I guess.

    And True Love Will find you in the End! ( Daniel Johnston)


    Now please go buy some albums so we can eat and keep making music.

    You know that you have the power, lets change things up. Get rid of some perfectly waved hair/ perfect teeth girliegirls and throw these hot mamas in the game...

    ps.

    I hope you as well as me are preparing for my return. Yikes!


    ps.2. God, I'm getting more and more pretentious by the day. I can't help it. Yikes!


  • Martha Graham

    Notes

    12 May 10

    Martha Graham




    There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time. This expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it.

    It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.

    No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.
    — Martha Graham


  • Herman Hesse

    Notes

    11 May 10

    Herman Hesse


    There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you!
    — Herman Hesse


  • CYCLE

    Notes

    09 May 10

    CYCLE


    I blew your mind.
    You blew my heart into a thousand pieces.
    Another lover sent me poems from cyberspace.
    I don't dare to call your phone.
    Your absence speaks louder then any howl.
    If I stained your carpet, you stained my favourite white silk dress and now I can't ever wear it.
    Your silence screams.
    Trying to forget you makes me forgive you and then the cycle is on.
    I'm the bird with the piercing eyes whose mind is wider than an ocean and you:
    You are just silent.




    (scribblings made on an airplane under the influence. Los Angeles-London. May 9, 2010. )



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