New and old faces

Find myself in the Volda University Library. Nerd. To be honest, hiding is what I’m doing. Kind of stressful down in the school caffeteria. Love to see so many new faces coming to Volda, though it reminds me of the fact that I’m done with three years, and I’m leaving. Sad. Very, very sad. Said hi to some of my teacters in drama and theater, and music earlier today. Went inside the theater studio… Had to skip the room where all the magic happens – the costume stock – where set design are being made, all the dresses and other costumes are brought in and repaired- and. Fuck. I’ll get my stuff there later. It’s just too sad. Terribly sad – my second home – I’m leaving it. The great gods know how I love that place. Going to find a piano room in the same yellow building (named Kaarstad) tomorrow, and play a deep low minor key to the sound of Niagra Falls streaming down my mascra painted face. Buu. Cry me a river. Afterwards I’ll cheer myself up with a picture of a surfing kangaroo. I’m also utterly pleased and happy. Got my band back in Volda. Ambivalence, my middle name these days. Who’s being emo?

Official start of academic year, today that is, and with open arms I welcome the autumn semester. Just got rid off all the books and articles I needed for finishing my bachelor paper. Everyone I know here in Volda i busy at the moment. Introductory tours are led by older students for the newcomers all over school- it’s the first day for most of the classes. But for me it’s not. I still got one week of vacation. Monday 20th. Introuduction course of the AustralAsian-Studies. Have to learn some Vietnamese this week – at least some life-saving phrases, like “Yes. I like pie – don’t touch me” or something. Just kidding. I’m so excited… it’s hard to find words to describe it.

Skam is a bunch of charming and eccentric musicians – a mixture of ska, reggae, funk, rock, and jazz.

Skam is playing at Rokken Studenthus tonight. Their concert during the opening week of Volda University has grown to be a lively and atmospheric tradition. Seen them at least four times now I think.. You shold check it out if you like listening to ska music.

2nd floor. Library. I like it here. Behind rows of books shelves – in the middle of thousands of unexplored titles and adventures… Gonna find myself a new book, and maybe some new friends in it. Will be joining my fellows from VITO tonight, and some other students from the drama and music section. First I’m gonna find Oddis, and some beer.

From the left Malin, Audun, Aleksander, Gard, Oddis, and Martin. Picture from fattysunroad.com.

Fatty Sunroad will do the warm up show. Bitches be crazy! Fatty Sunroad is a hard rock band localized in Volda, Norway, consisting of six strange people playing what themselves call “a musical soup with a mix of carnival attractions, punch-in-the-face attitude, and sexy under (and over) tones”(fattysunroad.com). You can read the rest of their bio here. Love & Light – Kriss.

TUNEZ TODAY: VITO/FATTY SUNROAD

Love

I’m in love with Fiona Apple, Patti Smith and Janis Joplin.

Just saying. K

Piling up

Working class heroine. That's what I'm gonna be.
A working monster, ladylike machinery.

My box of snus just flipped, and took a salto mortale down into my dreamy sheets. FML. Now I’ll have to do even more laundry. Hate it. Piles of dirty laundry. Bathroom floor once were. Now its a living ocean of swimming slim legs and drowning t-shirts. A curled up tie, lying like a dead tongue is laughing at me. Bedroom floor dusty, and dirty. I’ve got to much stuff, and I’ve got no room for squirreling away anything. A mess. Chaos! Tomorrow I’ll have to store my student life into small little boxes, and huge plastic bags. Don’t have much – but a couple of guitars, a bass guitar, two trumpets, a keyboard, an unknown number of books, pictures, cds and dvds, hats, shoes, dresses, sunshades, and a collection of percussion instruments and leather jackets are on the move. I’m finally on the move. Monday 6th of August, and the calendar says VACATION BABY. Two weeks before schools up. Couch surfing is the new biggie. First stop is Malin and Torbjørn, living together with their baby, a full-grown rabbit named Tore. Awesome. Now back to my laundry. I swear it’s piling up secretly behind my back! And where do all the happy couples of socks go…? All I see is ugly break ups of marriage. I bet the monster under my bed is a lonesome fellah.

Just another random post… Can’t wait for my life to get a little bit more exiting. Yesterday I ordered tickets to the opening day of Jugendfest, a music festival located in Ålesund city. Thursday 16th. I’m thrilled! One of my favorite bands of all time, the Norwegian Kaizers Orchestra is coming for the show. And The Prodigy. Happy tears in my eyes! Sad to miss Roxette playing on Saturday, but I know, in life you can’t always get what you want. At least not all of it. K.

TUNEZ TODAY: Kaizers Orchestra – Bastard Sønn, Blitzregn Baby, Knekker Deg Til Sist, Bøn Fra Helvete, Christiania.
YOU should first listen to their oldest albums, then you play knick knock running stairs further up in their discography.

VITO

From the left Paal, me, Mario, and a little bit Aleks. Split-gig VITO and Fatty Sunroad.

May 16th. Photo from our second gig ever at Det Grøne Tredet in Volda – Norway. The night we had the warm up for my beloved friends Fatty Sunroad. The crowd was amazing. I had my two best friends there, Nikko and Marielle. Insane. Couldn’t turn my head left nor right for a week after head banging and jumping around so much. VITO – I can’t wait till we get together, play around, and make music together again. Counting the days. The summer’s been to long. Get your cute, small lazy asses up here, and bring your guitars, drumsticks, and happy crazyfuck spirit. Punky sure miss you guys. Love K

Stiff nipples

Asphalt dried up – yesterday it was raining cats and dogs. Sunshine through my window. Got up 0630am. Early shift. Longboarding – before, and after work. Again. Good day. Yeah. It really is a good day. Loving it. I’m smiling. Though my back is killing me, and my stomach is crying like a baby. Going to hang out with a friend of mine, Tonje, at play area/park named Årneset. It’s a big green area beside the mystic dark lake named Rotevatnet. We plan to do nothing. Perfect. Last night I played my first game of chess against Marius, whom is a solid nerd in many fascinating ways, and won. I could not believe what was happening before my eyes. I get it. The game. Chess. WTF. Finally. BUT, I got totally owned the first 20 minutes. New beginner’s luck I guess. Probably wont ever happen again! I’m stoked anyway. Learning new skills has become a must-do-thing in my life. I usually do stuff I’m not very good at. Now I’ll go back to doing nothing (which I on the other hand got master skillz in doing). Cause nothing really is something worth doing. Love K.

Been kind of  COLD and windy in Volda lately. Gotta fix my side cut soon… !

Monkey faces. Mikael and Tonje. Last week Mikal, Johannes and I went to check out Tonje’s new crib.

Sweet kiddo in her new apartment. She’s even got saloon doors in her kitchen! HAA! By the way I totally adore the slippers.

Before everything went out of hand, and resulted in a massive blackout…

Mikael and Johannes. Me and Tonje came up with the genius idea of bringing the tequila dance down to the Rotevatnet-lake. We decided to take a bath. Naked. All of us splashing around in the dark muddy water. Luckily the night was pitch black. I’ll admit I’m a naked chicken. Fun though. Norwegian summer. Come here on vacation, and you wont miss any stiff nipples. Goose bumps all over. Unfortunately I was so drunk I forgot to take any pictures.

Confident man, Marius. In a relaxed mood. After two moves he’d already eaten one of my pawns. I actually managed to place all the 16 pieces on their right places on the square checkered board, all by myself. This new stuff, I like it.

White queen conquers all. I lost most of my staff but I knocked him down at last. WIN.

Today I woke up to this – sun shining in my bedroom window. Wohooo!

My life – rolling on a skateboard in a woolen sweater.

TUNEZ TODAY: Shphongle – Ineffable Mysteries From Shpongleland.
One of my favourite records of all time. YOU should listen closely to the entire album as a whole. Lay down, and close your eyes. Let the vibrations that travel through the air melt into your ear wax. Breathe.

Moments

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Posting some recent snapshots from my mobile camera. Sentimental moment. Nico just left to catch the night bus home to Asker. I find myself all alone in my sitting box, doing nothing, chewing my socks. What to do, I wonder. Malakoff was awesome. Four days later I still got bruises and beat up muscles all […]

Good morning sunshine

Been working night shifts the past couple of days. Honestly I’m exhausted, but luckily I finally got some sleep tonight. I sure need the energy! Gonna jump into the shower and pack the rest of my stuff, and then we’re off to Nordfjordeid and Malakoff Rockfestival. I’m so excited! A friend of mine, Lars, is coming to pick up us up any minute. I really don’t have the time to blog, but what the heck. This weekend is going to be awesome! I love festivals. Nothing beats good music, love and laughter among good music loving friends. Last night Nico, me and frenchy-boy Mikael were having dinner, experiencing slugs for the first time. Or, Michael is french so he’s familiar with the concept of eating slimy aliens, but for me and Nico it sure was something new. I’ll post a review of the slugs later, but for now I can say that it was all good, together with red wine, garlic butter and bread… Mmmm, munchies. Now the sun is shining, the temperature is rising, and I finally get the feeling of Norwegian summer. Chill and delightful. Enjoy your day, love K.

After dinner we went outside to check out Mikael’s new back yard. I was so full I just had to sit down. Lazy bum.

TUNEZ TODAY: Turbonegro – The Apocalypse Dudes album. Tomorrow I’m gonna see them live for the first time in three years. Even got a TurboJugend jacket to put on for the concert. It’s gonna get crazy, happy motherfuckers gonna dance all night!

Word

“Let’s just say that I think any person who aspires, presumes, or feels the calling to be an artist has a
built-in sense of duty.”

Patti Smith. Amen. I love you. Life is good. Playing my guitar. Me gusta.

TUNEZ TODAY: Nirvana – Live At Reading 1992 DVD.

Grohl

Bildet, fra videoen Walk. Dave er deilig.

Nå burde jeg virkelig skrevet bachelor – innlevering førstkommende fredag kl. 1400. Det bare må haggle i helvete. Det bare må! Jeg finner som vanlig på alt annet i steden for å skrive. I kveld skal jeg synge og skrike på Martins bachelorkonsert – “In your honor – En hyllest til Dave Grohl”. Den gutten kan virkelig å slå fra seg på trommer. Helt vill er han! Atpåtil har min gode venn bursdag! Hvis ikke det blir fett så veit ikke jeg. Da kan ingen ting være fett. Det blir mongoloid med liv. Det veit jeg. Sjukt stolt over å få være med en gjeng så dyktige musikere. Er hes som fy fortsatt, men det holder. Skal synge SCHOOL av NIIRVANA. Mitt aller første kjøp for konfirmasjonspengene mine sitter fortsatt friskt i minne. Synet av

With The Lights Out [Box Set]

i cd-hylla bak disken på den store musikksjappa på Amfi Moa glemmer jeg aldri. Det sitter som støpt på netthinna fortsatt. Kjærleik. Over senga mi henger de fortsat, Dave, Kris og Kurt. Jeg dør av lykke. Endelig får jeg vise fingeren og skrike fra scena på Studenthuset Rokken. PUNK NEVER DIES!

LYD I DAG: Nirvana – Bleach (1989) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Euphoria

Pure happiness! Pure insanity. Everything. We were there, together. Our first gig at Studenthuset Rokken May 11th. It went so well. It felt so right. Finally on the right spot at the right time. Drugged on life. Ecstasy. Exuberance. VITO. The crowd was amazing. Love you guys for supporting us. Can’t wait for Wednesday to arrive. Unfortunately I don’t know if anyone took any pictures during the concert. I got a lot of them before and after. Typical.

Anyway. This is a short presentation of my (punk) rock band VITO. Our motto is to make a hell of an awesome  time for everyone who listens. Vito equals life – free spirit energy. You should check out our demos on Urørt! I’ll have to add and stress that the demos are unfinished and recorded too slow. The bass guitar is missing, and my vocals – except for one song Cake.

I’m sharing the job as lead vocalist together with Paal, an awesome curl-head playing lead guitar. Aleksander is a mystic lover boy playing rhythm guitar, often also seen behind a synthesizer. Reidar is playing the bass. Not just playing it – blasting it all over the place. Love it. I actually played bass for a little while but then took the mice instead, that because it’s awfully hard to do two things you’re not too good at – at the same time. And then we got our own real hero super Mario on drums. Red Bull, Battery, and three sets of drum sticks. -The ground foundation we all rely on.

Rehearsal at the band-room at school. Paal and Reidar.

Marioooo – happy kid always wearing a great big smile.

. . . Paal thinking of his Darkest Sins. Hihi. (We did the warm-up at their EP-release).

Reidar – as happy as a clam backstage at Rokken.

-Hello. We are Vito.

Three on a row! Aleksander, Paal and me…

Love. Alexander and his girlfriend Marita.

Euphoria and sparkling water. Reidar and Mario.

Backstage at Rokken. A lot of bands worth mentioning has used the room before us. See for yourself.

VITO.

Kristina (me) and Mario.

Nerves? No? Are you kidding me? Three years has passed since the last gig with my former metal-core band, Fake Tourists. LOL. Vito is so much greater.

“My” tambourin and our set-list.

Alexander. The look.

What the fuck just happened? A weird guy came and told us he wanted to sign us on a contract. Scam, but it was fun anyway.

Knuckles.

Marius our bitch. He was a fine gentleman driving all our equipments. HUGE fan. Haha.

Ole Henrik was utterly pleased with the concert. Great support. We all love Ole.

Kake

og alle skal få smake. I alle fall litt!

Kom akkurat fra bandøving. Kongeøving! Det blir så fett, det blir så gøy. Fredag. Førstkommende. Det blir . . .  DET BLIR FEST! VITO. Som om det ikke var nok med en konsert på fredag skal jeg også være med på 12konserten i Volda kirke på lørdag. Klokka 12. Søvn sa du? Neida, sove kan man gjøre når man ligger pent og pyntelig seks fot under torva. I kirka synger jeg sammen med kammerkoret og skal opptre med eget soloinnslag. Gud vet hva som gikk gjennom hodet mitt da jeg sa ja til det. I tilleg blir det øving til eksamenskonsert med pianist på søndag. En slags generalprøve på eksamenskonsert på mandag. Eksamensskonsert klokka 1230 på tirsdag på Kaarstad (kom den som vil!). Vitokonsert sammen med Fatty på Tredet tirsdag. Jeg krysser fingre og tær for at stemmen holder. Er hes som ei heks. Og det verste, for det er egentlig bare det som er virkelig ille, er at jeg innen tirsdag må kunne 20 sanger på piano. Hevenu shalom a´leychem! . . .  har jeg akkurat lært meg. Har kun, og jeg mener kun, kleine barnesanger på spillelista. Satser på at sensorene ikke ønsker å høre meg humpe og dumpe Lille petter edderkopp eller Tommelfinger på det stakkars flygelet. Skal lære meg Your Song av Elton John i blinde, i tillegg til hovedsangen som jeg vet jeg skal spille. Om tankegangen min er sånn halveis riktig veldger de Elton i steden for Hvis dine ører henger ned. Det må bare bli gull. Jeg aner virkelig ikke hvordan jeg skal få tid til å tenke på bachelor oppi det hele. Og hvor i all verden skal jeg få selvtillitten fra?

Det er nesten Avatar! Det føles fortsatt bare som en difus drøm, at jeg skal dit. Ha Long Bay, Vietnam.

Ser meg selv i speilet og det eneste jeg gjør er å le. For nå er det faktisk så ille at det eneste jeg har igjen er latteren. Det er nesten som jeg kunne gjort hva som helst. Utavdæsjælopplevelse. Maskin. Det funker ikke å tenke. Foran meg på kalenderen står det at det er 15 dager igjen. 15 dager igjen av helvete! Blir kvalm. Og svett. Mest kvalm. For jeg kommer til å savne det for resten av livet. Jeg elsker det alt sammen, selv om det gjør vondt. Frysninger. Det blir starten på et nytt era, og det føles abnormt absurd. Hei Australia. Hei Vietnam. HEI ASIA, jeg kommer og tar deg!

LYD I DAG:
Sjekk ut Cake av Vito på Urørt.

Skrik

så høyt at lungene brister!

I alle fall så høyt at parykkene letter og luene danser. Jeg vil skrike. Av glede. Og av angst. Våren er her, det er det ingen tvil om. I går rulla jeg mange meter på den deilige, soltørka asfalten som kler de krunglete veiene i vakre Volda. Nå skal jeg ut igjen. Jeg og Cath skal gripe resten av dagen ute i skogen. Puste. UT. Veggene rundt meg kryper stadig nærmere. Bukter seg sakte ned over skuldrene mine. Svett dusj. Klaus. Bachelorhelvete. Skrivekrampe. Erh, sperre. Liker det ikke. I dag er det 124 dager til jeg tar fatt på ferden til kenguruland, der hvor vannet snurrer feil vei nede i doen når man trekker ned. 24 dager til bacheloren er levert. Livet, det skjer. Det skjer! Heidi er endelig i Norge igjen. Marielle skal være med meg på villmarkscamping etter at skolen er prestert. I dag har jeg til og med øvd piano. HA!

Skal forøvrig spille konsert med VITO 11. mai på Rokken, og 16. mai på Det Grøne Tredet. Sjekk ut demo på Urørt. På Tredet varmer vi opp for Fatty Sunroad.

LYD I DAG: 
The White Stripes – A martyr for my love for you, Rag and bone, Fell in love with a girl

I skyggen

du gikk aldri hjem
du er en av dem
som falt for rusen
som falt i grusen

du sier aldri nei
du blir aldri lei
smaken av rusen
smaken av grusen

du gir aldri opp
før det sier stopp
på kne for rusen
på kne i grusen

du flyr høyt på falske vinger

du vil ikke kutte
du vil ikke slutte
slave for rusen
slave i grusen

du tørr ikke snu
brenner hver bru
drømmer om rusen
drømmer i grusen

du øyner ingen sti
du går rett forbi
fengslet av rusen
fengslet i grusen

du flyr høyt på falske vinger

du leker med flammer
som forførende lammer
piskes av rusen
piskes i grusen

du føler deg liten
du føler deg sliten
blør for rusen
blør i grusen

du svever i drømme
lar sjelen din tømme
lever for rusen
lever i grusen

du bærer din smerte
inni ditt hjerte
i skyggen for sola
aleine på jorda
i skyggen av rusen
aleine i grusen

Desember 2010 © Kristina Myrvold

Svart røyk

Eg ser svart røyk i bånn av mitt stearinlys
Er det et godt tegn

Som min doktor sa, hey, tid er relativt

EgEEg ser svart røyk i bånn av mitt stearinlys
Er det et godt tegn

Crack my lip

'cause. i won't let this build up inside of me. i won't let this build up 
inside of me. she's a myth that i have to believe in. she isn't real. 
i can't make her real.

heaven seem far away. my head is on delay. i’m not through the night yet. oh, how i wish for the winter to come. to crack my lip and make me shiver. to make my skin raw. mountains of white with a silverish gleam. i’m off into a winter dream. so white and pure. so cold, bleak and empty. i notice the season’s ripe for change. in a solitude way, try to pick up the the pieces – that once was me. gather my thoughts. kill my inner demons. cure my diseases.

love’s lost disciple. the one that laid down to wither and die. the one who’s heart could not beat. trick or treat. i wish not to fool or retreat. why must this be. confusion and agony.