Rock of Ages

For some reason age has come up a lot in the past couple of weeks. No reason, it’s just one of those topics that has been popping up a little extra.

Like when I got ID:d in the store and the cashier laughed at how much extra there was on those 18 yrs. And I’m thinking to myself (yes, I took the compliment too, not from my values, but from her intent) “hey wait a minute! First of all; I think 18 yr olds can look like 40 and vice verca, and second of all… hey… I’ve got hopefully at least 50 more years to buy 18+ stuff, there are ages a lot further from it (meaning a lot more surprising to ID me on) than 10 yrs!” I mean, yes, compliment first and foremost. But if 28 is the new “old” as some suggest and this little hint implies, then people are in for a boring life. Get it all done now, then crawl into a hole and live there the remaining 50 yrs. Sounds exciting. No thanks.
Cashier lady is not a smashing or even clear example of this, but the event did set the sparks wheels going in the brain again. Honestly, a lot of us are too young to get that we are. Hanging with enough people 20 yrs my senior, I’ve had a slap and a wake up call myself at how we don’t really become old as early as we think ourselves. To give you some perspective. 5-year-olds think 12-year-olds are grown-ups. We can’t fathom age yet. We are way too young πŸ˜‰

And here’s the kicker. Tori Amos face shock-a-block full of what can only be described as disfiguring botox. She can put a tail in the middle of her face and grow an ass in her neck for all I care. I want her music, not her look, albeit the fact that she was a beautiful woman. But it does disappoint me on another level.

In her autobiography, Piece By Piece, she had this brilliant paragraph on age. We are so afraid of ageing nowadays because we have no-one to show us the way. We used to respect our elders because they respected themselves. We don’t nowadays because they teach us not to. In our mid-twenties, we look to the mature men and women to show us the way. And all they wanna do is look like us. It’s confusing. How are we supposed to know where to go if our elders keep going backwards saying they want to be like us? That being us is the only cool, wonderful thing? Of course we’re gonna be dead afraid of getting older!
I thought it was so spot on! And hey presto, three years later she’s puffing up her face to chase her mid-twenties. Tori, you are still my hero, but when it comes to this, I’m gonna try not to take your path.

As I get older, I’ll try to love every year in the now. Look forward to becoming smarter, cooler, more myself, beautiful. Show those girls in their mid-twenties how absolutely awesome and wonderful and not scary it is, and that beauty is not only defined by them staying where they are. Sorta have to do it for myself now, I know I’m upper-twenties myself πŸ˜‰ Pleaaase join me, or give me examples of lovely leaders of different ages, owning where they are!

Tori Amos
Tori Amos before and after

70th Annual Golden Globe Awards - Arrivals
Halle Berry. 46. Looks her age. Absolutely stunning

37-year-old boys calling themselves old-man-rockers are kinda cute. Come back when you’ve stuffed every poison in your body known to man and the closest thing to ever kill you is a falling coconut.

Johnny Depp. 50 and smoking hot.

Meta Velander. 89-year-old stunning and still-going-strongΒ  Swedish actress. Conicidentally related to me πŸ™‚ (grandma’s cousin) so I guess I do have a role model here πŸ˜€

Shopping post!

Well, gorra have a few of those, don’t I?

While record stores are dying breeds, the few that are left are pretty awesome and probably won’t kick the bucket (knock on wood) for a good while. They have music nights, books, performances, magazines and cheap records and vinyls, not to mention an awesome vibe. One of them is Bengans in Gothenburg, Stigbergstorget.

Going to Gothenburg to cheer up a friend, I decided on the two-birds-one-stone approach (god, that’s so horrible, I like birds as the Eels would say) and go to Bengans as part of a day out. And even though you go slightly blind in there and can come out going “heeey, where did half of my money go?” you still come out very happy, and the result of your shopping certainly keeps your mood elevated ’til the next paycheck.

What I like about Bengans, apart from having EVERYTHING in a vinyl alternative and cheap exciting books, is that when you’re all pooped and have those few pennies left, you can go for a coffee and some buns in that very awesome, music smelling (y’all know what I mean if you love records like me) environment.

Amanda Palmers “Theatre is Evil” packaged beautifully went straight to the friend. My wee circle is pretty old school when it comes to music. You can’t package MP3’s nicely, nor sit and read a sleeve with lyrics while listening, and just simply… yeah… well… smell the music. Of course we try to keep ourselves updated, working in the entertainement industry and loving more music than we could ever afford in all physical record form, but we mix it up nicely.

Some insence sticks and cute things from Kawaii shop of course snuck their way into our bags, but that’s another story. This little doozy is me recommending at least a couple of visits a year to lovely Bengans, keep the music going! πŸ™‚


Rehearsal Time!

And so it begins! It feels like I’ve been waiting ages, and in a way I have. The first gigs 2013 have been me and the piano, as it’s mostly events needing artists at that time, while the big live concerts start around april/may. I think it’s awesome either way, solo or with the band, but I ALWAYS have fun at band rehearsals. Experimenting and getting response, listening to the band developing the sound babies with me and oh yeah, the coffee breaks!

It’s the usual; bass, drums, piano, vocals, we’re pondering flute, and you’re gonna hear some new stuff as I get to play with the Boss! The vocalperformer effects, that is! Of course present at rehearsal, still some button practice to be done, I am playing it at the same time as the piano so it’s a new challenge but, dude, fuuun toy! πŸ˜€ I get to sound like Barry White if I wanna! πŸ™‚

Yep, it’s really about finetuning yourself. Maybe you don’t need to add more instruments, or complicated riffs, although you can! We all develop in our art, and usually our brain is good at telling us how and when we’re ready.

There might be more than the boss, find out by catching me at West Pride, june 1st.


All work takes some play

Can’t wait for rehearsals to start. Coming soon! Apart from giggin’, it’s the bestest thing I know. In the mean time I’m doing a lorra extra work, especially at Ekehagen. I can’t really think of anything that connects me more to that other place I go to than an entire village of cottages, forest, birdies, frogs, lakes and wild flowers.Β  Not to mention saying hello to the 11 week old piggy babies, the wild boar babies, and spending most of my time with nine to ten-year olds outside (about 5 hours a day) just walking and smelling like forest fire.

It’s inspiration to say the least! Not to mention the amount of sunlight, something we all need more of, and D-vitamin that gets injected into my veins. Speaking of that, a bit personal; After a good six yrs of not being able to, I’m finally gonna be donating blood again in June! πŸ˜€ Something I encourage if you have the possibility. Just once or twice a year. Me, I’ve got the most regular blood type (A+), thick veins made even bigger from working on my arms for a good 4 yrs, a high amount of iron and and a body that “refills” itself fairly quick. Not to mention being a vegetarian makes the worries of cholestrol and bad fats in the blood a lot smaller. Plus; I like them needles (don’t judge me)! So for me, it’s a shoe-in, and I’m glad to be doing it again. Especially with reading up on the mythology of blood and it’s symbology, mainly representing life and fierce deities. Inspiring in it’s own way!

Music is working, albeit good work, but still work and sacrifice, sometimes literally in blood πŸ˜‰ so don’t forget to take those walks in the sun, preferrably teamed with a delish ice cream, because, honey, charging those batteries is essential. Especially if you’re an artist, therefor automatically working hard as hell!