God was there...

I remember watching Ida Maria in concert two summers ago at the Hove Festival. They used to make so much fun of her for going crazy on stage, and I remember I used to laugh and think she was nothing special, not even bothering to look her songs up.

. They used to make so much fun of her for going crazy on stage, and I remember I used to laugh and think she was nothing special, not even bothering to look her songs up.. They used to make so much fun of her for going crazy on stage, and I remember I used to laugh and think she was nothing special, not even bothering to look her songs up.

It was in Milan one night I was thinking about Norway, just youtube-ing random Norwegian artists that her name popped into my head again. And so I looked her up. Honestly, you don't find that much on the web by her, but for those of you that know her, you've probably heard Oh My God and I like you so much better when you're naked.

The song that, however, really struck me was Stella. Basically God comes down to earth for some companionship (oooh, blasphemy) and ends up choosing this 43-year old hooker that he comes to like so much he promises her the whole wide World if she only stays with him for one night.

"And it made me realize how much you wanna give away just to feel loved. And the Lord blinked to me and asked 'What is real love to you? What is fake and what is true?'"

We like to think of God as this omnipotent power, a someone or something that doesn't have the same craving for love and acceptance, unlike us. Well, what if he isn't? After all we keep on reading he created us in his image...

Dog days?

Dog days?

According to Wikipedia the term "dog days" refers to the warmest days of Summer, mainly used in the Northern Hemisphere for the days between late July and September.
It derives from Latin dies caniculares. One thought the Dog Star, Sirius, was responsible for the heat, and hence the term DOG DAYS.

I could sure use some Dog Days right about now...

Leave all your love and your longing behind. You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

I don't know what little Florence is trying to say, but one phrase from the song really hit me hard. I guess it's just because I'm young, maybe because even if this is now my home, I always long somewhere, maybe to the place I was when I last loved?

And even if love is such a wonderful thing, it always leaves us longing for more. So if we left it behind, would life be at all easier or lighter? Or would we just turn into emotionless robots? And would that be better?

Welcome to the 10's!

Time goes by... so slowly, as Madonna said to the beat of ABBA's "Gimme, Gimme, Gimme". And then you realize yet another decade passed you by.

Financial Crisis. War on Terror. iPhone. Hybrid Cars. Britney's Babies. Madonna's New Boyfriend. Kylie's French Lover. Cameron Diaz is getting old. Demi Moore turned pedophile. And by the end of the next decade even Ashton Kutcher will be ancient.

Time goes by so slowly, yet passes so incredibly fast. The World in the 2000's seemed to forget about time, and now we are reminded again by the big 1 in front of the lonely 0.

The passing of a decade doesn't make you feel old, but it's as if history is growing up. And suddenly we feel the urge to catch up. Nostalgia happens at the end of every decade. Usually through introducing "Best of the **'s" CDs. Suddenly everything's a classic. I imagine we'll hear a good deal of Lady Gaga on the "Best of the 10's" CDs... if there will even be CDs in 2020.

Music is what brings me to the conclusion of this post. Because nothing defines a time so much as the music we listened to. A particular moment I remember, was when I watched Vampire Weekend at the Hove Festival the summer of 2008. That was the summer before I moved to Milan, and Walcott was the song that caught my heart. In fact, it had already caught it for some time, ever since I heard what was then an unrecognisable new sound with a profound message.

The reason I am posting this song is because unlike Billboard Magazine, I don't think Nickelback is the best band of the decade. I guess you can imagine who deserve it more.

More than this, whatever it is...

... baby, I hate days like this.

That's how Mika's new song, "Rain", goes. Yesterday was a Rainy day in Milan. And it came rather unexpected, in the late evening after a glass of wine, on my way to Cadorna.

Rainy days, make what you want of them. If you're outside, they are cold, wet and uncomfortable (mind you, our rain here isn't exactly tropical). I prefer to live through them from the inside of my home. Preferably under a warm blanket with a cup of tea. And for once I turn off the music and listen to the sound of water hitting the dusty streets, washing away the traces of whoever walked them. Under these circumstances, I am completely fine by myself. Only at this time can I be alone and not think about going out.

Moreover, it's fairly therapeutic. I like to think of it as an opportunity to stay in, rather than an obstacle to going out. A little me-time. In fact, if I am to contemplate the larger questions in life, it must be raining.

In ways, it's sad that I get philosophical only when forced to be with myself for a while. But then again, as I do enjoy it quite a lot, I don't mind having an excuse to love the autumn rain.



This fabulous mix is by Benny Benassi, the original can be found HERE!

WTFF?

You might be wondering wtf this is about, or more likely - wtff is this about?

Did someone sabotage this cigarette to destroy someone's day or to save someone's life? Where has the tobacco gone? What is the meaning of this? What is the meaning of life?

Smoking is harmful, though. On some packages it says that it KILLS, on other (tax-free Norwegian ones) it says it CAN KILL. In Spain they MIGHT KILL.

In the end I just threw it away, puzzled by its mystery.