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What's up with The Fall ???? Referring to Norah Jones' latest album here, not Tarsem Singhs' brilliant visual orgasm of a masterpiece movie . I am so disappointed. Sounds like she has been put through the mainstream-synthpop-overproduced-alienating-dreamy-overfiltered-voice-machine. What happened to her very personal, intimate sound ? This album seems lifeless to me. And plain sad, at best, not her usual melancholic-quirky. I miss her little intakes of breath and her very presence, it sounds like she's been cloned and polished to death. Hell, I prefer her charming out-of-tune whistling to this.

She looked at me with a very vulnerable stare. We were never close but we worked together in the same club as  for 4 or 5 years. She know me as a fun gal, always a bit too outrageous - a wild, but healthy girl as another girl put it - and as the always dancing firestarter. I knew her as the quiet wholesome-pretty cashier, the long-time girlfriend of one of the PRs. Now she looked the shadow of herself, dark circles round her eyes and shabby hair. Must have lost a few pounds as well. I told my story of coming back to Denmark once again. About leaving an attractive job in the advertising business, about starting all over again after more than 18 years in Italy, about leaving, also to try my luck with a Danish boyfriend and about the baddest breakup ever. I made the story short (we were small-talking in the ever-busy same club, after all) and as I said; we were never close at all, I choose whom I show my vulnerability to. When I got to the part about breaking up, she got all soft...

- my best Italian friends telling me they have been dancing to this track for months; that this is *my* track forever because the girl that sing, sound *exactly* like me, when I sing.  That they have been dancing these past months, thinking of me, saying to each other " that's K's song, Hey, Hey" just breaks my heart.* *and the fact that Dennis Ferrer happens to be my all-time fave producer doesn't hurt either =)

....and seeing that I am off to Italy soon, I feel a celebration is in place. While I like very little Italian music, I actually love Neri Per Caso; an a capella boyband from Salerno. I don't like all of their songs but this one; Fortuna is heartbreakingly beautiful, has wonderful (voice) rhythms. The lyrics are also sort of wise, way beyond something I would expect from a boyband. "...dimmi se questa e' o non e' magia, axe' axe' fortuna a te chi dice che non e' vero, siamo obbligati ad essere felici..."*   *"..Tell me, is this (life) magic or what, axe' axe' and luck to you. Who says we aren't obliged to be happy..."

Søde Anders fra Hejven.se har bedt mig lave min Top 10 liste af elektronisk musik. Oldies but Goodies. Og eftersom jeg er en Oldie (but Goodie, forstås =)) i dèn sammenhæng; jeg har lyttet med længe, har jeg gladeligt taget udfordringen op. Og det har været skideskægt =). Listen er ikke i nogensomhelst orden overhovedet. 1. LFO: "Advance" fra 1996. Det var ikke deres definerende album, "Frequencies" var. Men det er lige retro nok at sende dig =). Prøv "Advance" istedet, klassikeren derfra er Psychodelic . LFO bestod af Mark Bell (som senere producerede Bjork og Depeche Modes' Exciter. Mark Bells lyd er tydelig - no introduction needed) og Gez Varley. Sidstnævnte lavede osse et soloalbum men det var lige techno nok for min smag. Hvis du ikke har fået nok endnu, så læs mere interview med Mark Bell her . 2. Massive Attack: Måske husker du Karmacoma fra 2005 (dèr medvirker Tricky som du osse skal lytte til. Han rapper og ryger en masse fede, n...

There is *no* way I can walk or run fast enough anywhere today. I have this very nervous energy (probably not helping either that I had chocolate cake for breakfast) that I cannot get rid of. Would kill myself if I took out my rollerblades for a spin too, I'm too reckless.  Should probably change my playlist too, but I'm looping this to try and dance it all out:

...the crowd crushed softly against me. Some people swayed vaguely, heads bent and hair covering their eyes, others followed a rhythm in their heads. The music had ceased to follow a beat, it was one of many in-between sequences where one track morphed into another and there was no beat to follow, just ambient noise. ....bassline roaring, vibrating in my solar plexus making all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I was swaying too, feet planted firmly on the wet floor, my hair against my nape damp with sweat, head bent and my oversize tshirt slipping off one shoulder. Little pearls of sweat gathering on my upper lip, salt on my tongue. Some guy jumped up and down in front of me, gaze locked blindly at the guys behind the mixer. .... a pretty girl with a jetblack mohawk softly touched my arm and when I turned to look at her, she smiled at me. We danced together for a while and then I started to make my way through the crowd to reach the bar and have the first beer ...

Often when I have been single I have missed sharing a lot of things. Having somebody to cook for, to share a fantastic wine with and take long walks with. Today I am perfectly happy being single, not having to share this concert tonight that is so important to me, and my preparations for it. I have bought good food and wine to cook and enjoy before I go, and I am having a long shower and extensive preparations to go. I haven't picked out my outfit yet, but I will soon.  And I can do it on my own. I won't have to try and explain nothing to nobody, I can do this on my own terms and with my own joy for it all. I am not dressing up for anybody, actually I will probably go, leather jacket, faded jeans, tshirt and biker-boots so I can dance if I like to. Or not if I don't. I have had boyfriends who seemed to want to crawl into my head and live things like I do. Share everything, or at least partake in my things. One of the boyfriends I left, years back, packed up all of m...

Tomorrow I am going to my first concert in a long time. I do not enjoy concerts much. While I love being in the midst of a lot of happy people and find a curious (gross?) pleasure in being there , concerts are not really my thing. I love, love, love music and spend a lot of my day listening to it, I have different music for different moods. I listen to music while I shower, while I worked in the agency, while I do chores around the apartment, while I blog, while I read blogs and very seldomly while I sleep. So the quality of the audio is sort of important to me and when I go out to hear live music, I always expect it to be true to what I hear at home. Which sort of defeats the purpose with livemusic, which is much about improvising and taking the sound somewhere new; live basically. Something not dead and set in stone. I enjoy jazzconcerts very much, but only if I haven't got the music polished and produced at home. I love the live energy of for example Compay Segundo that I...

Glaeder mig til at komme hjem og skraale med paa dèn her sang. I KOR med nogen! Anyone ?

I'm painting again. And it is so gratifying. And weird how it looks so shitty and revealing in the night  and seems to tell everything about you. And then in the morning it looks all neat and mystical and artsy. Well, save it 'till the morning after . *oooh, love how some You-Tuber named this "save a player" **oooh, wanted to tag this "me, music and tipsy-ish". I have no tipsy-tag. How come somebody so tipsy-prone as me have no tipsy-tag??? *** will just go to bed now

I'm mad about this song these days:

Sankt Hans. I miss Denmark and everything in it tonight. So I'm just gonna sit here alone and sulk, get tipsy-ish on cheap wine, listen to Rage Against The Machine and maybe take my frustrations out on a  few canvases  (it's correct; I checked=)) I stashed. To you then:

My very good friend Nix taught me (and he didn't know. Now he does) to keep special music for special occasions. So it is with immense joy i hear and savour Blue Nile tonight. Great feelings deserve great music. The world may crumble and go to hell around my ears when I listen to Blue Nile (and it often does when i do). Enjoy.

It keeps growing  And i can feel it breathe  I have been trying  To behave myself It keeps growing  And i can feel it breathe  I have been trying  To tolerate you Well i am reaching the point I thought maybe I thought this would go away But it continues The only constant Every day Stronger I will use my voice  And i will use my fist  To destroy  Everything i can Now i know  What this is all about Now i know  Exactly what i am There is a seed  Inside of me That makes me... Demon Seed by Nine Inch Nails Taking refuge in music. NIN's The Slip - Download it for free here , it doesn't make things allright but it sure drowns out thoughts (that aren't getting me anywhere anyway)

I'm in dire need of some quality time with my bed. I spent a wonderful night with the girlfriends yesterday night, though I was on the brink of cancelling last-minute. Good thing I didn't, it was lovely to see them and I got to know some interesting and funny new people as well. I didn't eat very well (it always seems that food isn't a priority to my GFs, hmmm) but we laughed a lot, talked a lot and networked a lot.  I'm spent though. I'll try and get a quiet night in tonight; chicklit, warm soup, Sagi Rei in my ears and my fab red bed... mmmmmm heaven

Oooh, forgot... bought music yesterday - 2 real oldschool cds by tango-genius Astor Piazzolla. Check out some here , i recommend you this one