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| September 22, 2009 |
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| Whats That Sound? |
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Yeah its no secret: I have a boyfriend. One thing that comes with a new boyfriend is the new music. Last weekend he dragged me to the No Fun Fest here in Stockholm, because he like, loves Sonic Youth and, you know, noise. I thought I had seen it all but it turns out that I had not. The tiny venue of Fylkingen was filled with all kinds of nerds (mostly male) from very young age to like, 105 (Dror Feiler). It all reminded me of my old neighbor, this guy who was just so weird and young and creepy. All he could talk about was video games and sex with 30 year old women (he was 15). Anyway this Brooklyn based festival was OBVIOUSLY started by Thurston Moore and was now debuting (of course) in Stockholm (where else?). Along with the music iDEAL records had imported some pretty hot New Yorkers, I mean, I was like the only woman there and of course with my boyfriend. Bummer. Its like, everyone from Brooklyn is hot, its a fact. They all have dark eyes and unruly hair and thick black glasses and a beer belly. But so does my boyfriend so fuck them! (Have a beer belly, that is).
As far as the music went, we saw three "bands" on Saturday and what was surprising to me was how the audience behaved. First if someone was onstage doing some noise alone, they would be lying on the floor sleeping. Fucking awkward and pretentious if you ask me. Then again watching these guys turn a button on a mixer is pretty goddamn boring indeed, especiallyl when the music sucks. Heres an example:
I know its hard to believe but that is a guy onstage. Heres what the audience did:
I mean its understandable. Then this crazy dude came on:
and I swear I recognize him from somewhere but I cant, for the life of me, figure out where. Could be anywhere. Im pretty sure he works at my local ICA, though. And Im not joking. Here he is though, playing two sax at the same time, it was painful as hell but the good thing about it is that I know now that I, too, can be a star, if I want to. The funnest part of the evening was Wolf Eyes, who were drunk as fuck, and here again the audience surprised me: Immediately there was a mosh pit. I didnt know they did this at noise concerts? It looked fairly violent as well, and I know what Im talking about (hello Bergslagsrocken 1995). The band called the people in the audience "animals," which I thought was disgusting because it kinda sounded right. The hot guys from Brooklyn were in the pit as well, but theyre not showing in these photos unfortunately.
So anyway I think noise music festivals suck ass, its hard to tell whether youre going there to sleep on the floor or get bunched in the face, so its difficult to know what to wear. Secondly, if this thing catches on here in Stockholm you can bet your ass the next time it will be filled with hipsters and then you know its going to suck. And thirdly, please remember to bring the hot guys the next time, too, else I will not be coming (unless my boyfriend asks me to, of course).
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2009-09-22 16:26:23
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| September 12, 2009 |
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| Hope Over Experience |
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Been watching the "Ask a Correspondent" series and, no surprise, choking with laugher.
http://www.thedailyshow.com/
Maybe not Steve Carell or Stephen Colbert, but the Daily Show News Team make me laugh. Wyatt Cenac, John Oliver, Aasif Mandvi, Samantha Bee, and, Jesus?
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2009-09-12 18:39:52
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| September 12, 2009 |
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| Americans, you are weird |
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Today I read on the New York Times website about a huge rally in Washington, DC against Big Government. I guess it was brought upon by President Obamas health care plan. Following Obamas struggle to bring universal health care to the Americans, its pretty hard, as a European, to understand anything. Watching Sicko wont help either, since Michael Moore only gives you one side of the truth. So this whole controversy is hard to take in. I mean, I cant believe that so many Americans are plain mad? All these people opposing universal health care must have some good reasons to feel so obsessed about it. Ive gathered that many of them (already insured) fear that they have to trade their existing health insurances (provided to them by the companies they work for) to the "state insurance," which I guess they feel would be poorer. I dont know. Cant they just have a plan where those without a health insurance would get one from the state?
But yeah, Americans, you seem silly to me. Anything happens and there is always a group of people calling it "socialism." Nixon and co must have done a pretty good job at the socialism scare, when even young kids of today are completely paranoid about the government socializing all private sector. Or what do you say about this (from NYT):
"A young girl held a sign, saying, “Don’t redistribute the wealth of my Barbies.”"
What does that even mean?
Plus I will have to add that, in the times of another 9/11 anniversary, this whole "dont redistribute my shit"–sentiment rings pretty goddamn two-faced to me. I mean, one day youre all standing at the Ground Zero with your hand on your chest, praising Unity and We Will Prevail, and the next day youre ready to have 64 million fellow Americans die because you dont want to redistribute your daughters Barbies wealth. I mean, why was America build on a double-standard?
Sure, ideologies are suffocating and its nice to have room for thought but why cant the rest of the world be like Europe? Look everywhere else in the world and all you see is stupidity and poverty and weird animals. You have state control (East), military control (South), religious control (East and South) and just some plain weird, scattered organizational structure all based on The Constitution that allows too many strange interpretations always favoring the ones who interpret it ie. the rich (West). And then look at Denmark, or France, or Sweden. You get the idea!
But hey what do I care? I live in Europe! I so much want to say, "up yours America, do what you want, its not my problem," which is true, in one way, but in another is false because I have to put up with this madness, too. Via the media. Like I just wish the Republicans would shut up.
Miss Barbie here is not a communist pig.
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2009-09-12 17:46:32
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| September 10, 2009 |
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| Hello, Larry David |
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I recently did an interview with Teron Beal, a producer who has been
working with the likes of Jennifer Lopez, Robyn, and, no kidding, MJ. He has been
spending the summer here in Stockholm, recording his first own album.
Heres how our meeting went down.
And, something similar to PARENTAL ADVICE. I mean they should probably
make a standard sticker like that for situations like this, saying:
RACIAL PATIENCE ADVICE. Because, what follows here, will probably
confuse a lot of people. It sure as hell confused me. I
was lucky though to have Teron explain a few things to me after the
incident. Anyway, if youre an uptight personality with no sense of
humor (and a member of the Swedish leftwing party) maybe better skip to the next
blogger, right now. I mean it.
It went business as usual in the beginning. I got an email from a
record label rep, asking if I was interested in doing an interview with
Teron. I had never heard of him, but as I was seriously getting into
RnB and hip hop over the summer (thanks Chris, Daniel and Finsta), and
because the LA coroners office had come back with MJs autopsy saying
he died the death of a homicide victim, I was interested in meeting
this guy. For all I knew, he could have been the killer himself. On the
run. You see. Anyway right before the interview I met up with a person
I had broken up with, to break up with him again, so I had little time
to prepare for the interview. Here it should be noted that I never do.
Prepare for the interview, anyway. But this was worse: When I got to
Ljunggrens at 4PM on a Tuesday to meet up with Teron, I realized I had
forgotten his name. Like, yeah. I didnt remember his name (for my
defence, he does have a bit of an unusual name).
So I walk into the café at Bruno Gallerian and there are about seven
people randomly scattered at different tables. Im scanning the place
and I see to my horror that Teron is already sitting there, looking at
his laptop. At least I think its him. I mean theres only one black
person there, its 4 PM and now my only problem is how to go up to him
without knowing his name. I decided, if I just extended my hand and
said, "Hi Im Sanna, we were supposed to do an interview?" hed smile
and shake my hand and say his name in return. So, no biggie, right.
Except that, when I coughed up the courage to say exactly that in front
of the person, he just looks up to me and says, "No, we werent." And
immediately I know, that, the
promo picture of Teron I saw was kind of promo-picture-like, and that
maybe I hadnt even taken a good enough look at it, and that it was
like 100% possible that this guy sitting here, indeed, was not him. But then the second thought came:
Will he think that I think that all the black people look the same?
I live in Scandinavia. Its a well known fact that most of us here are
white. Now, if theres a café in Scandinavia where youre supposed to
meet up with a person and basically the only thing you know about this
guy is that hes black and that hes worked with MJ, you might just get
into this situation. Youre assuming things. Youre not an asshole,
youre just assuming things. And it can go sooooo wrong.
I panicked on the idea that this guy would think that Im a racist
black-o-phobic uneducated son of a bitch, so I blushed (which I swear I
never do) and then my brain just took control of the situation. My
brain just said, OK Im going to deal with this. Im just going to shut
down. Im going on denial. So to his "No, we werent," I said, red and burning, burning:
"Yes, we were."
Heres the dialog that followed.
The guy: No, we werent.
Me: Yes, we were. Four oclock, right here.
The guy: No, we werent.
Me: Are you sure?
The guy: Im pretty sure.
Me (accusingly): Whats your name, then?
The guy: (Says his name). Whats the person called you were supposed to interview?
Me: I dont remember.
The guy: Is he black?
Me (going wild): Black? Black? Yeah, but thats not it. No, no. No. Its just that you guys look exactly the same!
The guy: No, we dont
Me: Yes, you do
The guy: No, we dont!
Me: OK, let me just prove it to you. Just give me your computer.
I here proceeded to pulling
the guys computer away from him, in what was, undeniably, a full-scale
panic. Because, what I had also noticed, was that, the table next to
us, and with "next to us" I mean an inch
from us, was occupied by somebody looking awfully lot like a label
represent person, with a box of fresh Teron Beal promo CDs. He was
staring at me.
Now, I found myself fighting a two-front war. But I had to keep my
eye on the ball. I couldnt lose the grip of the situation, right? So I
pulled, with a touch of violence, the computer away from the guy, sat
down and started closing down the programs he was using.
The guy: What are you doing?!
Me: Ill just show you a picture of him. You can see that Im right. Let me see.... How the FUCK do I get the @-sign here????
The guy: Ugh, Jesus, is it Gmail? Just type your user name, man. You dont need the @-sign. I need to go to the bathroom, anyway. Just look after my stuff.
So, as I was left to my own devices, I grew more and more aware of the
(major) label reps gaze and his elbow about two centimeters from me. I
ignored it. I was determined to play to the bitter end. While the guy
was in the bathroom, I had plenty of time to find Terons picture in my
Gmail, and I could prove to him that I was not
a uneducated, ignorant fool, and then things would all be swell and
wed exchange numbers and hang out sometime. So I found the picture. I
was waiting. He comes back:
Me: Look, here. Exactly like you.
The guy: That guy looks nothing like me.
Me: Yes, he does.
The guy: NO, he DOESNT.
At this point it was clear I needed to change my tactics. I wasnt
winning here. I needed to win this guys trust before my real
interviewee would arrive. I had very little time on my hands, so I
decided to move to the cute bonding phase.
Me (moving closer and whispering): Look, this is really embarrassing. Do
you understand that the label rep of the guy Im supposed to interview
is sitting right there? Right there, see?
The guy: So go talk to him.
Me: No, yeah, I cant do that, I mean, later. So what are you doing in Stockholm anyway?
The guy (exhausted): I just moved here today from Brooklyn.
Me: Brooklyn? Wow thats cool, Ive lived there, too. So who do you know in Stockholm?
The guy: I know a few people.
Me: Like who?
The guy: Just people.
Me: Are they in the music biz?
The guy: Well, uh, no.
Me: Because we can hang out if you want to, and I can introduce you to some people in the music biz.
The guy: Im not in the music biz.
Me: Yeah, yeah. Wow thats the guy I was supposed to interview. Bye!
I had seen Teron walk in. Obviously, it was him. He was about a meter
shorter than the guy I had been talking to, plus he had glasses, a
shaved head. The first person was insanely tall, with an afro, and no
glasses.
I didnt know how to just turn to the next table, where Teron now was
sitting with the label rep. So I coolly got up, went to order a cup of
coffee, and while I was waiting for it I made a mental note not to say
anything about the incident to the label rep, let alone Teron. I would
just deny everything.
And so I walked to their table, sat down so I wasnt facing the first
guy, and introduced myself with a big smile. The label rep left pretty
fast, I must say, and instead of 30 mins, I ended up talking with Teron
for 2,5 hours. It was the best conversation Id had in a long time, not least because I got some answers from him without revealing my little
dilemma earlier on. You can read my interview with him on this blog
shortly. Just so its clear to everyone:
Im sorry I went into such a psychosis. And, guy, Im sorry you had to put up with it. Hope you have a great stay in Stockholm!
There. Let the ax fall......
In the meanwhile, listen to Teron at:
http://www.myspace.com/stereojunkies
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2009-09-10 13:19:15
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| September 8, 2009 |
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| Friends We Mate |
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So, like, Ive been debating with my I-dont-know-what-the-FUCK-to-call-him about a lot of stuff lately. Are we friends? We both use the friend-card only when it suits our own purpose. Are we an ex-couple? Agreed, on a certain level, but so: Do you still see me as your ex-girlfriend, or a friend? How about a lover? Frequent one-night stand?
Anyway, its funny because the material here is never-ending. Give a girl and a boy some four years of undefined history, and you get them talking. Or at least her. He on the other hand cant win. Its a debate she masters, and all he can do is try to guess what the biggest minefields for him will be, and how to avoid them.
People, the general rule here is, dont fuck a person more than once if you dont want to get the "we need to talk." Its just the surest way. If youre stupid enough to keep on fucking the person for all eternity, I mean, you deserve the rap. Right? Am I right?
And for all you young people reading this: SEX IS COMPLICATED. So, uh, just remember that.
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2009-09-08 11:10:31
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