Imaginary time capsule

Og eg har tenkt, og eg har tenkt meg i hel
Og eg har sprengt, eg har sprengt min kapasitet
Eg har lengta, eg har lengta etter deg
Har du lengta etter meg?

Right. So! Kaizer Orchestra concert in Bergen. I'm always telling myself I shouldn't compare them, each one is a unique and thrilling experience, but still I wouldn't place it in my top... two. But you know, still the sort of experience that leaves you buzzing with excitement for a couple of days.

And because I like to get minor niggles out of the way first ( argh blargh stupid audience )

It took a couple of songs before the concert really got kickin', but every aching and bruised muscle was instantly forgotten by the time Kaizers started playing 'Djevelens orkester'. I've always thought it was an entertaining song, but the live version blew me away. Mink has totally revamped the percussion-y bits and when I heard it I couldn't help but feel like dancing.

( General points of interest )

And now, I'd heard rumours about a segue into 'Genie in a bottle' from 'Naade', and was curious about it. Then I forgot about it until Tiny mentioned later that night that we had in fact heard it. But during that bit I was completely focused on Janove's and Terje's little stolen kisses.

YES. They were doing the backup ("doot-doot-doot") cheek to cheek, and I remember thinking that Terje had a particular mischievious look on his face. At the first little peck (between doots) I thought I'd imagined it. By the fourth one (it seemed to develop into a bit of a giggly competition between them) I remember thinking "I don't care if Geir is doing a striptease over there, I'm not missing a second of this".

At the end of the song they hugged for a while and Janove blew a kiss to Geir, thereby not completely destroying my preferred OTP. Ah, bless my favourite band and their manly displays of affection.

Omen, Helge, is still concentrated awesome. I'm all for starting a cult. Later that weekend Tiny and me stayed up to about four in the morning, devising an epic backstory about him ("Helge didn't have a childhood. He had an origin story.") involving failed military experiments, Furby technology, a faulty hover devise, and the real reason he wears a gasmask.

We'd like to tell you, but we'd probably be snuffed out by the government.

You know the saying that all who love are blind
It seems that ancient adage still applies
I guess I should have seen right through you
But the moon got in my eyes

Do you miss the days when you could go into the children's section at the library, gently pull another Where's Waldo? from the bookcase and spend hours looking for a stripy weirdo with glasses?

Well, now you can do it alt-rock style! Just watch Radio P3's recording of the Kaizers Orchestra concert at Øya for free and play a game of Where's Tilly? through fifteen delightful songs.

Your target:

Weirdo with glasses, bleached hair and stripy blue sweater. Extra points are awarded for spotting the weirdo with glasses and purple hair (HINT: Purple-haired weirdo is often found in close proximity to stripy weirdo.) Both feature extensively throughout the concert.

Man, what a day that was.

I have now lived in Bergen a week and some, what do I miss? I mean, excluding the fact that everybody I hold dear are many many miles away. I miss The daily show. You don't know you've got an addiction until you're forced to live without. I actually had a TV-watching dream last night. All reruns. Thank God for the excellent official website, says I.

I generally have some pretty colourful dreams these days. The other night I dreamt I was the Master (and I looked absolutely stunning in a Nehru jacket, thankyouverymuch), and I'd made a machine that sucked the colour out of everything (because I think black-and-white is much more estetically pleasing, I suppose), but to my frustration it had somehow made both spies in my Spy vs Spy comics white. That makes it the lamest nightmare ever, I think, since I've always rooted for Black Spy.

I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
A gift-wrapped wig still in the box
Of towering velveteen

I finally watched Hedwig and the angry inch the other night. While this had some awkward side effects, like absentmindedly singing Angry inch at work ("Six inches forward and five inches back!" - yeah, I'd back away too) and bizarre dreams (I was a transgendered android and saved the Starfleet with holographic poodles and Picard went to bed with Xander from Buffy... Brainbleach plz).

But whoa, what a lovely movie. Wig in a box might be the sweetest pick-me-up song I've ever heard. And John Cameron Mitchell makes such an infuriatingly cute woman sometimes. Where do they learn to walk on high heels? Is there a course? Can I join?

So yeah, I'm twenty-one today. Jesus. Do I have to behave like an adult now?

We celebrated yesterday at my mum's and had a lovely time. We had towers of juicy fruit and delicious cake. Oh, and I got loads and loads of nice presents.

( A pictorial guide of some of the gifts, made on one of the gifts )

Well, it's Sunday and my birthday, so I'm giving myself a little break from the studying. Now, shall take my twenty-one yearold self and devour the watermelon or go for a walk?

To av dei som stod han nær seier han er sær
Og spiser kun makrell
Dei kan ikkje for det men di syns han er
Tiltrekkande likavel

Aww no! The Amazon package arrived today, and it's still another two days until I can allow myself to listen to the CDs. For once in my life a package doesn't get hung up in the Norwegian postal system, and I swore it would be my reward after studying for the big test.

I keep deciding to open it, "just to look at the pretty covers" but oh no, I know it'll be too easy to pop one into the laptop the moment that cardboard is torn apart. I know your game, Tilly.

This'll be a discipline test, indeed.

In other news: The kitchen will be evaluated in terms of cleanness (that's a word, I've decided it's a word) tomorrow, and it's my job to do the floor. As of now my nemesis next door is making food, and I'm not going in there to be subject to his petty criticism. It might not be a great plan - it's getting late - but I'm sticking to it. Just get ooouut of the kitcheeen...!

Ooh, and lookie: A Kaizers Orchestra concert closer to home on the first of May. Tickets for me and Tiny are already ordered, and I've invited Marie and R along. This one, too, doesn't have an age limit (rrrgh), but hey, for once I'm a semi-local to one of their concert venues, I need to go.

So quite by coincidence I discovered the old Audio Visuals website. Only one third of the links work, and it's a design nightmare of the nineties variety, but it's fun to see the forerunner to Big Finish.

( Minuet, Briggs and the comics )

I've been thinking I would love to see some of Seven's run. I'm so intrigued by Sylvester McCoy, though I've only seen him during those five minutes of the Langella Dracula movie. He rolls his Rs! His early career consisted of stuffing live ferrets in his trousers! He plays the spoons! He's tiny, though still was employed as Rolling Stones' bodyguard!

I thought those reasons were as good as any. I was so disappointed when he had to cancel his Invasion appearance.

Also thought I'd like to discover Three and Six. Three because of the Delgado Master and more of the Brig, and Six because - well, I like to root for the underdog. And I started at The one Doctor, which might've warped my expectations somewhat.

I wish he'd done the part with the beard though. Even if it effectively shattered my illusions about his hair colour.

Gosh, I should get to that floor mopping before midnight.

Bare legg på sprang, en to tre
Prøv å spring frå han, en to tre
Det er alltid plass til en til
i containeren hans så kom igjen

I've found I might have some weird ability to control the world through my lj - evidence so far: Previously I said I wanted to watch a Chaplin movie, and yesterday we watched Modern times in class. So there.

And on a side note, today we played the game Werewolf. So fun, and I got to be the werewolf twice, anonymously slaughtering my classmates and blaming someone else. Well, not so much "slaughther" as "pointing towards people in the circle". Fun times, and the whole class got so wrapped up in it, though it was disconcerting how willing they were to lynch classmates based on loose accusations.

And finally, the Kaizers orchestra concert, short review:

There were real, honest-to-god stagedives. Serious stagediving. Stage... diving.

( MORE INDEPTH FOR THE FAN INSIDE )


Pictures from the evening (not mine) found here: Kaizers konzertjunkie.