Friday night. A nice evening.

A nice cup of coffee, pasta with pesto and gossipgirl.

Me, alone in my bed with the intention of having a chill, cozy friday night in.

But that didn't really last that long, because later the friday night in,

turned into partying with a lot of Ryssensten people,

a spontaneous trip to Nørrebronx, kebab eating,

and discussions about the great questions of life with drunk friend.

I like ma drunk friend.

A nice evening indeed.

A lovely weekend of drinking, song writing, loud singing, badly smelling, unhealthy eating, fat, shiny and dirty looking, clumsy acting, impure skin establishing and a whole season of Hannah montanna watching, is what I just returned from. It was priceless. We ended up with one complete song about redheads we know, wich I do not doubt is going to be a great succes.

A weekend to remember.

The more we know, the more we know we don't know.

To know, that you don't know, is the best.

Knowledge is to know, that we cannot know.

The more we learn, the less we know for sure.

The fucking cops are fucking keen

to fucking keep it fucking clean

the fucking chief's a fucking swine

who fucking draws a fucking line

at fucking fun and fucking games

the fucking kids he fucking blames

are nowehere to be fucking found

anywhere in chicken town

the fucking scene is fucking sad

the fucking news is fucking bad

. the fucking weed is fucking turf

the fucking speed is fucking surf

. the fucking folks are fucking daft

. don't make me fucking laugh

it fucking hurts to look around

. everywhere in chicken town

. the fucking train is fucking late

. you fucking wait you fucking wait

you're fucking lost and fucking found

stuck in fucking chicken town

the fucking view is fucking vile

. for fucking miles and fucking miles

. the fucking babies fucking cry

. the fucking flowers fucking die

. the fucking food is fucking muck

. the fucking drains are fucking fucked

. the colour scheme is fucking brown

everywhere in chicken town

the fucking pubs are fucking dull

. the fucking clubs are fucking full

. of fucking girls and fucking guys

with fucking murder in their eyes

. a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed

. waiting for a fucking cab

you fucking stay at fucking home

the fucking neighbors fucking moan

keep the fucking racket down

. this is fucking chicken town

. the fucking train is fucking late

. you fucking wait you fucking wait

. you're fucking lost and fucking found

. stuck in fucking chicken town

. the fucking pies are fucking old

. the fucking chips are fucking cold

. the fucking beer is fucking flat

the fucking flats have fucking rats

the fucking clocks are fucking wrong

the fucking days are fucking long

it fucking gets you fucking down

- EVIDENTLY CHICKEN TOWN

I got this shirt today.

It was a birthday present from ma grils at school.

Usually I dont blog about clothes,

but I thought this deserved a post.

I like it.

I like it because it's so simple, and yet so nice.

I like it because it fits everything.

And I especially like it,

because I got it from my sweet friends,

who btw. are really sneaky,

buying this behind my back,

just as I walk out af the shop,

sad because I didn't have any money to buy it.

BEAUTIFUL MUSIC

Currently my favorite song is "Free money" by Patti Smith.

The song questions the present world we live in. The scary part is how much money really means to us, how greatly we depend on it, and what disgusting desires it brings to mankind nowadays. Most people write songs to become famous, but this clearly is a song written with the intention of touching people with an important message:

Making people open their eyes for what a beautiful world we live in, not being so damn money obsessed and focusing so much on stuff we don’t have.

Through the sarcastic, ironic voice Patti sings with in this song, you clearly fell her anger and frustration about the materialistic view people have on life these days. I really like her honesty and different viewpoints. I can relate to what she sings about, even though it was written over 35 years ago, when the society was entirely different from the one we live in today.

Besides the message she wants to send out, I like the melodic structure in the song. It starts out soft, with the piano evocatively and slowly playing its solo. The tempo rises as more rocky instruments, such as drums, bass, guitar and vocals, are added. In the end the tempo is at the very top, and every instrument plays to the hilt. The song ends with a big bang, which prints the song and the whole message even deeper into your mind. A beautiful song, sung by a beautiful singer.

Since I started at Sankt Annæ gymnasium majoring music, studying among musicians, playing music all the time, thinking about music all the time, talking about music all the time, I'm beginning to love it more and more. Music is the only thing that makes sense around here anymore. And I havent even played for that long.

Wondering how my life would look in ten years from now, if I keep on going like this. Making a living out of playing music, would be living the sweet lifte. Yes it would.

Mr awesome