Wednesday, June 30, 2004

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The Burning of The Midnight Lamp.
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It's funny sitting here right now, I've been waiting for the summer holidays for nine months and now they're two and a half hours away...
Currently I'm stuck with a student who has to burn a DVD (urgent) and it's giving me all sorts of trouble.
"Don't ask me, I just work here..."

Tonight I think I'll take the train to Roskilde to pick up my wristband for the festival and get a sniff of the atmosphere.

Anyone knows the the Dead Kennedy's song called "Life Sentence" ?

It's all over for me, lads, Curfew, lights out, zip up my bodybag and start digging,
I've had my cake, and eaten it...
bombs away
Auroir
goodbye
Schlafen sie gut.
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I am the DJ, I am what I choose.
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Seems to me that with todays abundance of information the important part is not gaining access to information, not finding it, but simply sorting the information.
With the internet you have over four bilion pages to browse through - theoretically, so where would we be without a "filtering system" like Google?
This also makes the DJ an important figure as he's the one who picks out the relevant tracks from the hundreds and thousands of records and CD's already created by artists. Few records produced have more than one or two tracks worth listening to, but who has the time to go through them all to find the "choice-cuts"? even if you narrow it down to a specific genre like "Austian prog-rock" or "Samoan drum and bass" you have to do a lot of listening.
Your DJ does that listening! and that's why he can serve you only the best end most interesting and save you the trouble of searching for it.

The DJ- so choosy!
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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

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Boredom is NOT deep and mysterious, it's .... boring...
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...but with internet access I can just read blogs and kill the boredom!
Todays recommendation is to swooooop over at POP-who can you call and dig the latest postings about Love and Rockets (twenty year anniversary for "Los Locas", BTW)
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Smith and teflon.
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Upcoming efx blaster starring Will Smith: I,Robot
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Monday, June 28, 2004

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The Nigger In My Street
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The nigger in my street doesn't play the trumpet.
The nigger in my street pimps and sell drugs.
The nigger in my street is not on a slaveship
The nigger in my street gives me the evil eye
The nigger in my street scares the kids
and upset their mothers.
The nigger in my street is noisy and mean.
I don't feel sorry for the nigger in my street.
I just hate him,
and want him to go away.
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Sunday, June 27, 2004

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Comes with a hooded t-shirt....
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Pretty funny add for a new game by Fuji called "Play Balls" (Windows Media Player movie)
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Saturday, June 26, 2004

Friday, June 25, 2004

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...Said the joker to the thief...
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Usually when I come home from work I go and take a nap for three hours, I 'm completely exhausted.Yesterday I was working at home and I managed to put in fourteen hours of concentrated effort. Today when I woke up at 8 am, I wasn't tired the way I usually am, I was happy to begin a new day. I have no problem with work. I have a problem going out into society and having to deal with all of it's pseudo-fascist, neo-liberal, predatory, tasteless, overstimulared, bullshit-headed, egotistic, neo-puritan, idiocy!
Home alone? - Yes, THANK GOD!!!!
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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

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By The Time I Get To Arizona.
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After today I have only ONE week left before the summer holidays...
For the past four weeks I've been feeling like the week I was in was the last week.
But, no - ONE more to go.
Just one.
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Tuesday, June 22, 2004

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Powerhouse Pepper.
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My investigations into the world of Basil Wolverton has now brought me the discovery of Powerhouse Pepper.
A true nutter in the tradition of The Road Runner, Al Capp's Li'l Abner etc. Great stuff.
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Monday, June 21, 2004

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Ba-ba-uhm-a-ma-mah.
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Don't listen to him when he explains those boring technical details - you might become a Nerd yourself! much better to stay ignorant, whimsical and aloof...
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Sunday, June 20, 2004

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Sports never interested me.
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Found this old drawing I did around 78´- 80´ can't figure out quite what it means except there's some inspiration from the work of French cartoonist J-C. Mézières.
Well, well...
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Saturday, June 19, 2004

Friday, June 18, 2004

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(Don't talk to me about) Work.
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Any reader of this blog will know about my ambivalence towards my (three) places of employment. Maybe it's just the complexity of dealing with three places instead of just one that creates this tension. Yesterday I was sacked from one of the places, or in fact what really happened was that I was not re-employed but informed I was not needed for the next semester. Government budget cuts on education is the real reason for this, so I shook hands with the head of department and was on my way. Actually the last group of students I was with were some of the nicest I've met during the three and a half years I was there. Maybe this was some sort of karmic circle or whatever, who knows, but it's always nice to end things in an agreeable way.
After that I went to an end-of-term party at my nr. 2 Job to discover the students really appreciated my efforts during the last nine months.
So what do we have here? - I'm about to get all misty eyed over that? I must now break down and cry out "The kids are all right!"
No such thing! I'll find other things to complain about!

And hopefully a new job...
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Thursday, June 17, 2004

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Are you talking to me?
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A bit of fhunn with Jens, man of NSOP and Hans, man of POP .
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Wednesday, June 16, 2004

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That's what friends are for.
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Last night I visited Hans, man of POP-who can you call, an enjoyable evening which ended with our tradition for disagrement. This time the subject was:

The twenty to thirty year olds, are they:

A: Complete idiots (my opinion)
B: Generally quite o.k (Hans' opinion)
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Monday, June 14, 2004

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Burn, baby, burn.
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Yesterday's fun in the sun left me somewhat exhausted and my skin tinted in a deep tone of "British Tourist Crimson" This calls for things to levitate the spirits and I've discovered that not only was Basil Wolverton an amazing artist, he was also a very funny writer: No Mirrors For Me.
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Sunday, June 13, 2004

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Out there having fun.
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Approaching a lake north of Copenhagen.
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Saturday, June 12, 2004

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Raw Power
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Iggy and The Stooges to play at this years Roskilde Festival - an amazing, but pleasant, surprise!
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Ray Charles 1930-2004.
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Ray Charles died June 10'th aged 73. I saw him play in Tivoli in 2001 I think, not a stellar performance, but his influence on modern music both as a composer, arranger, and performer has been lauded so many times you understand that it was no coincidence his nickname became simply: The Genius.
He also wrote one of my all time favourite songs - I got a woman.
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Friday, June 11, 2004

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Happy Birthday, and hooray for me!
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Completely forgot about it, but this blog started one year ago, and yes, I was hatefull and vindictive back then too...

(Actually it started in december 2002, but regular posting began on June 11'th 2003)
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Birds on the wire.
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I have this big problem in my life: It is no longer possible for me to justify being an artiste. I simply couldn't sit down again and devote all my time to making something I feel is basically meaningless.
On the other hand: I can't stand going to work much longer where I have to do what other people tell me to do.
What is this? am I at a crucial crossroad in my life facing one of the most existential questions known to man?

Freedom vs. security

- or am I just in bad need of a hobby...
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Thursday, June 10, 2004

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

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Na, na, nya, nya, nya, nya...
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I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like,
boys like, boys like me
Na, na, nya, nya, nya, nya


The Waitresses.

Check the Videos
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Tuesday, June 08, 2004

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A touch of Class.
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Funny how most of the people you meet in the art world come from the higher echelons of society, the sons and daughters of lawyers, doctors, professors of literature, etc.
I guess that if you really investigated into this you would probably find it wasn't true
"Artists comes from all parts of society"
"There is no statistic evidence to prove that"
Of course.
Imagine if what the welfare state had accomplished was an agreement between the traditional lower classes, the unskilled workers, craftsmen, peasants and the traditional rulers of society, the professionals, the bankers, the industrialists, the landowners, the clergy, the army officers, and the academics. There would now be a general distribution of the most basic material needs and the introduction of free education and healthcare to all citizens to make things look "just" and make sure the lower classes don't get so downtrodden they start a revolution and lop people's heads off. In exchange for that the most fundamental structure in society was left untouched:

We let the posh kids win.

Can't prove any of it, can't put my finger on it, but it has something to do with a certain way these people carry themselves, a way of talking, and a way of establishing a psychological balance saying: "you carry heavy bag, I give order and sit in chair..."
They have a security about themselves that must come from growing up with people who gave orders instead of taking them, who handled power on a daily basis instead of bowing to it. The emergence of an overblown ego, which is the only thing common to all artists, is what directed these genetic masterpieces to become the producers of fine art which has always been supported, funded and consumed by the same cultural, economic and intellectual elite who parented them.


We let the posh kids win, we always do.
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Monday, June 07, 2004

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Da Do Ron Ron.
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Ronald Reagan died Saturday in his California home aged 93.

And we thought he was bad back in the eighties when all he did was sack public servants, talk nonsense, forget things, and fight small wars.
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Sunday, June 06, 2004

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June 6, 1944.
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The beaches of Normandy on June 6´th 1944, photo courtesy of 91'st Bomb Group.

The Allied invasion in Normandy, France happened sixty years ago today.
It opened "the second front" in World War II which meant the Nazi forces were fighting both the Russians in the East and the Anglo-Americans in the West which would hopefully bring the German war machine to it's knees and put an end to the Nazi dictatorship.
Despite serious problems for the American troops in the early part of the landings D-Day was successful and eleven months and two days later the war would be over.
It's thanks to these brave men that we live in a free world and don't take orders from the Reichs-chancellery in Berlin! - or the Kremlin for that matter!

We take them from Washington.
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Saturday, June 05, 2004

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One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.
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Visited at home by Acebone.
They walked like giants...
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Friday, June 04, 2004

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Take me to the French quarter, quickly!
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Distortion Cph. is back again.

You're never too old, not REALLY...
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Thursday, June 03, 2004

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When They Say Turn The Other Cheek They Must Be Talking About Their Buttocks.
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Can you help me? said the Norwegian tourist with a plastic bag full of booze.
No.
Can you help me? said the artist who bought a dodgy computer from another artist.
No.
Can you help me.
Can you help me.

No, I can tell you to go fuck your selves.
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Wednesday, June 02, 2004

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Dr.Drab.
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well...I'm wearing a bit thin here on the ol' bloggo...time for holiday it is...rest I must...

Hmm... let's go to A Billy Ray Cyrus Website.
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Tuesday, June 01, 2004

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Tunnel vison.
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One month from today I will finally reach the summer holidays.
Whew...

Found this on another blog, quite funny: Why I Will Never Have A Girlfriend
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