Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Them bones, them bones.
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A funny thing to think about, but I've found out what I want written on my gravestone:

"No stone left unturned"

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

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McSweeneys #13.
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Recommended by Stuart- man of T-Melt, I bought a copy of this highly interesting publication. This issue is all about cartooning and features brand new contributions by the top-level of America's (under-, middle- and off-ground) cartoonists.
Besides offering new stuff by the well-knowns like Robert Crumb, Kim Deitch, Los Bros Hernandez, Daniel Clowes (and the enigmatic Bil Woodring) McSweeneys also has a host of articles (it packs a walloping 257 pages...) on cartooning. It comes with a rather insulting price tag - $24! but this means you also get some of the most interesting book design I've seen in years: It's all done in an odd "1912-ish schoolbook" style and also includes a dustjacket that folds out to become a poster (with embossed gold-print...) and two mini-comics!
Highly recommended for any post-modernist.
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Monday, July 26, 2004

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Hope for the life-lorn.
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Stuart- man of T-Melt, informs that Terry Zwigoff, the director of the acclaimed "Ghostworld" is to make yet another feature film based on a comic by Daniel Clowes, this time he takes on Clowes' hilarious "Art School Confidential"
And Zwigoff has this to say also:

I've stopped going to see art films because every critic gives them four stars and say things like "masterpiece," "spellbinding," and "mesmerizing." I mean, they're doing that with my film, but I don't want to use those blurbs. Critical reviews aren't worth too much anymore because just about every film can get one or two of them...

couldn't agree more!
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Sunday, July 25, 2004

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You doggone right, massa!
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The Ego is a bit like a tire; from time to time it needs some pumping.

Sometimes you run over a nail...
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Friday, July 23, 2004

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

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Eightball # 23 "The Death Ray".
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The latest (and much awaited) issue of "Eightball" comes highly recommended. Once again Daniel Clowes delves into the dark core of postmodern life as he tells the story of "Andy". We first meet Andy in 2004, a bitter and slightly sociopathic loner with two divorces to his credit. He nowadays enjoys the company of a pet dog and likes to tell people to pick up the candy paper they just dropped - "or else..."
Then the story jumps back to sometimes in the late seventies/ early eighties to investigate the origin of Andy: Back then an orphan living with his grandpa who is reaching the early stages of senility. As usual with Clowes "serious" works - David Boring, Ghost world, and "A Velvet Clove Cast In Iron" it takes time to get the full grip on the story but as often before it is basically a tale of the bleakness and loneliness of postmodern existence with the addition of magic and the supernatural (in this case Andy claims he has the power to make people disappear with the use of a Ray Gun invented by his dead scientist father) Most of the story focuses on the life of outsider Andy and the equally marginalised (but also obnoxious) Louie who suffer the ridicule of the local teenage "Sports-hunks". The two boys spend most of their time hanging out together against a drab and listles backdrop of a medium-sized city that could be anywhere/ nowhere, while dreaming teenage dreams: start a band?, move away? Have sex with the maid? - Get a new haircut? And it appears that the "Death Ray" and the ray gun is a way for the two boys to escape reality and live in a dream world where they are powerful superheroes.



I won't reveal more of the story here, but readers of Clowes' will find he has a vision of the world much in common with a filmmaker like David Lynch or -to some degree; Quentin Tarantino and "Death Ray" is no exception as what seems to be just a presentation of average daily events takes on a strange eeriness while the story progresses, often skipping back and forward in time. At its conclusion you even have a choice between three different endings!
Add to that Clowes' play with the media of cartooning - he has a great way of illustrating muted voices by obscuring their speech bubbles - and you have another example of why I stopped going to galleries and bookmarked Fantagraphics instead.

Dream scenario: A movie of Clowes' stories directed by Sofia Coppola...
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Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Monday, July 19, 2004

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Delivery.
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Finally in my palms, greasy: The latest *opic from Clowes, Daniel...

(An amalgamation of the words "epic" and "opus" used to describe a work of art that places itself outside, between or beyond the traditional categories)
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Sunday, July 18, 2004

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In the heat of the night.
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Sun, warmth, bikini's, busty blondes with a deep tan, designer sunglasses...car owners...
- summer has finally reached country of Denmark.

-FERGET IT! Give me the sleazy charm of the 50's club where frail creatures dwell in the twilight of the back room, where gender bends and the losest wrists packs the hardest punch, where the losers, the drop-outs, the bums, the jokes, the pervs, the has-beens, the runaways, the outsiders, the queens, the kings, the princes and the thieves can be gods on their own mount Olympus of shimmering silver drapes and papier mache cityscapes, and where the poetry of the boudoir flows under a 5 ¢ lightbulb.

Where there is hope.

(and I want my Martini stirred!)
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Saturday, July 17, 2004

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Oh, I Wish I Were In The Land Of Cotton.
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Took an evening walk and passed by an old place known to a few of the (Danish) readers.
Yes, in this old villa (a lot more scruffy back then) we did our version of "The Real World" for two years
(- don't know about "real", but fun it waseth...)
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Thursday, July 15, 2004

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To Have And Have Not.
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My latest acquisition: An extra book cabinet!



And of course: An entire shelf reserved exclusively for the works of Robert Crumb...
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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

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What is it?
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- about my no.2 job? I have to spend two hours there every two weeks during the summer (not exactly exausting...) but that makes me look like this:



(compare that to this pic of Acebone, who does not go to a place of employment, but works at home...)



See?!..
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Tuesday, July 13, 2004

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Kind of...
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The suburb of Brønshøj.

Touristin' in my own town (just like last year...) The good thing is that since so many Danes have left the country because of the bad weather it's nice and peacefull here.
And boy do I love my PhoneCam!
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Monday, July 12, 2004

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Inside/ Outside.
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A few (Danish) readers of this blog might remember something called "Born In The Sixties- The Archives"
It's been gone for a long time but I've taken the liberty to relaunch it!
Find it at this address: roevskide80r.blogspot.com
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WELCOME!
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Well, Day One with the new self-promoting URL and banner-free environment!

...all I need now is something to write about...
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My blog now moved to my own server,
me,
my name
Groovee...
Me...

Uhm.
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Sunday, July 11, 2004

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Look mom - no banners!
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>>>>>IMPORTANT NOTICE TO ALL READERS<<<<<

As of TODAY at MIDNIGHT (GMT+1) this blog will switch to FTP- publishing which means the URL to the blog wil change to the beauty and simplicity of: www.lennardgrahn.dk
It means I'll get rid of the annoying banner at the top of the page, and get to flash my name on the web...
Groovee!

>>>>>IMPORTANT NOTICE TO ALL READERS<<<<<
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Interstellar Overdrive.
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With this kind of weather all you can do is stay indoors and dream of incredible worlds.
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Saturday, July 10, 2004

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The Sky Is Crying.
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Since my early youth I´ve occasionally had this feeling that I knew with certainty what was going on in every room in Denmark. I could somehow sense that in every house, in every room there would be just emptiness and silence. People sitting around doing nothing.
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Friday, July 09, 2004

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Fhunn.
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Got the camera in my phone adjusted now, this size of pics look fine!


Le Backyard des brumes.


The streets of Copenhagen...
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Minisize Me.
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Finally got the special PC cable for my phone (yes it's got a camera in it...)
Unfortunately I didn't know you had to set the camera to "XL-size" so all the pics I've taken so far are pretty small, but what the f....


At work.

The Netsons (Jens, Rikke and Tilde)

Le Team Slackeur

Me trucking at the Roskilde Festival

Henrik Astrup and the skies of rain.

Inside the so-called electronic stage at Roskilde (decor was nice though)

With rain also comes: The Rainbow
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Thursday, July 08, 2004

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School's out for never.
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I'm giving up on having an vacation, too many little things are hacking the days to pieces, "gotta do this..., "... gotta do that.."
I should have gone away for two or three weeks, but where?
Let's have some retrobabe action:


(For some reason these old "French postcards" from the 50's and 60's always make me think of the crime novels by James Ellroy)
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Wednesday, July 07, 2004

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All dressed up and nowhere to go.
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Well, if you haven't got a job to complain about, there's awfull little to write about.
Guess they got me in the end:
-Hate/ love relationship with the cage that surrounds (and protects...) him.
-Remembers less and less about the days of freedom long gone.
-Feels restless and irritated without the routines of a "regular guy" lifestyle.

Looks forward to dinner.
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Tuesday, July 06, 2004

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Soggy bottom people.
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Hard for me to "come down" after this years festival, as mentioned I didn't see a lot of music, but it's the whole experience of being with 75.000 people and mainly partying for four days, it's basically GREAT - and good for the soul, missa thinks.
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Monday, July 05, 2004

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Lager also means "camp" in German.
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Well, goodbye Roskilde, not the most memorable festival I've been to, but what the f.... I happen to be one of those persons who think it's a celebration of freedom to spend four days walking endlessly around in circles on a windblown field ankle-deep in mud and with an over priced beer in my hand.
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Sunday, July 04, 2004

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I wish the rain would stay on that plain in Spain.
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Well, my trip to Roskilde finally paid off, I saw Iggy and The Stooges play on saturday which was fascinating, mainly because they could still play and still had that sound which has inspired countless bands for over thirty years. Iggy was up to his old tricks announcing not only the names of the band members, but also their weight , which in the case of the Thurston brothers was considerable and the cause of much amusement. It was a thrilling experience to hear classics like "No Fun", "Wanna Be Your Dog" and "Loose" played by the band that had actually created those songs at the dawn of time.
As this was my lucky night I wandered through the thick layers of mud to the Metropol stage to catch the speedy beats of Luke Vibert - another excellent performance which reassured Vibert's position as one of the major players when it comes to innovative electronic music that still carries punch and energy.
The last highlight of the evening was, to my surprise, Basement Jaxx. Big techno stars for a number of years in their native Britain they've never really caught my attention but playing Roskilde's main scene- The Canopy, they blasted out the best in "rave-band-techno" What was great about them was not only the high power of their music, but also the fact that they had expanded their ranks from the usual "two mealy guys and a keyboard" so common to electronic music, and added six or seven singers, rappers, percusionists, bass-players etc. The whole show had the aura of experimental theatre, performance or the carnival in Venice meets rave as the entourage of rappers/ singers would don masks, costumes and interact in various poses during the consert. Great stuff!
And, yes ,the weather was awfull, but I've come to realise that Roskilde has to have a touch of the Eastern front, otherwise it just doesn't feel right and I've learned to wear wellingtons and a poncho so it doesn't bother me either.
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Friday, July 02, 2004

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Mudhoney.
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My vacation started off with a bang and not a whimper:
A) My computer broke down. After six months of absolutely flawless operation it chose to break down on the first day of my vacation...
B) What do I care! -I'm off to Roskilde Rock unt Rohl festiwal! and the minute I left the train and started walking towards the festival grounds a thunderstorm broke loose pouring down cascades of water that would have made Noah anxious. When I reached the entry gate to the featival thirty minutes later , the rain stopped...
C) David Bowie cancelled (he was the main reason I decided to go to this years Roskilde Festival anyway) "had strained his arm..." I know THAT type of problem! Get a grip David! a rock star only has a problem with his arm if he's got a needle stuck in it!

Well, It's not as big a thrill being at Roskilde as last year, but what the F.... I can always eat a tofu burger while I cue up for the portaloo...
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