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Actually back in the saddle
Posted Jul 4, 2003
BAND LOG 003
Let me start with a quote from my last band log: "We have decided to get quickly up into the saddle again and take what we've learned of the experience with us".
Fine. Only that was in February 
In the meantime, Drownin' Ducks' singer, Runa, and saxohponist, Susann, have left the band - which left us quite disheartened. But then, finally, we've made some great changes in the band. The members list now looks like this:
Daniel: Song and electric guitar
Meself: Song (!) and trumpet
Tine: Bass guitar
Marius: Drums
And this whole week, we've all been living under one roof (mine!) and worked eight hours a day at a very intense course for bands. I feel it has really brought us closer together. Anyway, it's mostly the concert the course was ended with I'm writing about, so let's get started.
At the course the lesson was for each band to compose three songs. We opened the concert with our three blueses, and as we're really proud of them I'll tell you some about them:
'Kinda our song' - This is an instrumental with a simple trumpet theme repeating. We put the "kinda" in the title since we were working on the song, but then one of the tutors popped in and rewrote the whole thing except the theme.
'Norwegian summer' - My personal favourite. This is a slow ballad sung by me, with a solo on trumpet and guitar. We wrote it about the crummy weather, as it mentions the rain a lot. I'm planning to brush up the text when I feel for it.
'Mr Fluff' - A bit of a funny story about this one. We were having a writer's block, and as we looked around our "studio" for inspiration, all we could find was a piece of fluff hanging on the wall. Not only did we write a song about a piece of fluff, we actually wrote a song about a psycothic piece of fluff. The song is in two parts, the first one instrumental, and the second one with only the text:
"This is the story about Mr Fluff
He was floating one morning
Ready to kill"
And then there's the theme from Jaws on the bass, playing louder and louder until climaxing in Marius' terrified scream. It brought the house down, which surprised us a great deal.
We had spesifically asked to open the concert as our music style (mostly blues, beat and classic rock) somewhat, er, differed with the rest of the bands. After us were Ekvator, a heavy metal/psychedelia band with a singer with a voice Mick Jagger would be jealous of; Then Piece of Shit, another heavy metal/punk band with some hilarious texts about the suburbia Enebakk, and the finally SchizoTypo (fondly called Alzheimers by the tutors) a clean punk band, with the best amateur guitar player I've met.
So you can see it was somewhat of a mixed bunch. But hey, at least we got along and got a mentioning in the local newspaper.
It was really great to play again (although some important things went wrong, like my evil coldsore acting up all of a sudden) and when we've recharged (it's been a looong week) we're planning to write even more songs. So let's hope we mean it this time 
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And back
Posted Jun 20, 2003
Well, all seems well after the last class party last night. The Prof. thanked me much for the letter and gave me a hug... I know that if I hadn't given it to him, I would regret it for a long time - and I'm tired of making up with my past. He even promised me he should check out my website and leave me a message, so hopefully yesterday won't be the last time I saw him. Ah, it feels so nice not to regret undone things 
I've said farewell to a lot of my classmates too, but of course that isn't the same thing - we're still friends, and even though most of us have applied to different schools, we probably will keep in touch (I sound so hopeful, don't I?)
So in conclusion, I'm sad that I'm leaving the school in which I regained my confidence after so far the biggest low point in my life... But I'm happy I have nothing left unsaid to anyone of them and I'm looking forward to my future!
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Times a-changin'
Posted Jun 17, 2003
Well, my years of basic education is past me. I'm finished with nine years of school generually, and Løkenåsen school spesificially. Upon the fall, I'll start on my further education (if I get accepted, of course) and my life will change.
It's both sad and slightly frightening. The sad part is to leave Løkenåsen, and the scary part will be to start at a new school without my friends. But we'll take the frightening part closer to the autumn, and focus on the sad things now. I've only been at the Løkeåsen school for two years, but still it's so sad to leave. I'm very much into habits, so I'll miss the four school buildings that makes me think of a small village. I'll miss the easy school system. And I'll miss my English Prof.
He's a superb teacher. I thought it was sad if he didn't know that, so I've written a letter and handed to him personally where I tell him. It's part of a concept my sister and I have worked out - if everybody told what they admired eachother for, this would be a better planet. I imagine he's reading the letter about now (as I gave it to him today, our last school day) where I thank him for being such a positive and down-to-earth person, and such an excellent teacher whom I've learned much from.
Hopefully he'll be pleased and so my letter has brightened up his day. Or I might risk that he feels it's an awkward letter written by one of his previous students. I might find out though, as he'll be on the after-school party this Thursday, and then I'll find out if I've done a good thing or just made a fool out of myself.
Fingers crossed
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Frightened witless
Posted Jun 11, 2003
Oh my God, I haven't been this scared for a long time.
My big sister Tine and I is home alone, and an hour ago, suddenly we heard the airplane-alarm - the one they use in crisis to warn people. I had never heard it before - first I thought it was just a car horn or something, but then I noticed how loud and consistent it was. I got even more frightened when I saw my sister running up from her room, obviously frightened - and then you know something bad is happening.
You may have heard that Norway has recieved terror-threats, but that was not was on my mind when I heard it - all I could think of, was "Oh my God, something will happen any minute." I didn't care why, I just wanted to know what.
We were running round in our house like headless chickens, which I guess is not the proper way to behave when you hear the alarm - a thousand things was on my mind, like "Where's the cat?" and "Should we stay in the house, or run to the nearest bomb-proof room?" In the end Tine tried to phone up all adults we knew to find out what was going on, while I ran back and forth watching the news on the TV and poking my head out of the door, listening for anything.
We didn't get any smarter though.
Suddenly the alarm stopped as suddenly as it had begun, then a long noise told us the danger was over. We still didn't calm much down, and in the end we reached through and asked our mother on the phone. She said it was just a drill, and didn't we know that? "No," we said truthfully.
What's the whole idea, eh? I don't mind that they test the air-plane alarm, knowing we are threatened with terror (which I don't actually believe will amount to much. We're Norway, for chrissake!) but the could have put a little more effort warning people beforehand. Okay, so my mother knew it was scheduled a test, but I didn't, and I read newspapers and watch the news regularly. Would a little notice on the bottom of the screen hurt any? Knowing it was a rehearsal, I can laugh now, but still, I admit I was very shaken. It could have been dead serious for all I knew. At least I now know what to do if I should hear the alarm again: Don't panic!
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'Alec Speaking'
Posted Jun 6, 2003
He is putting it lithely when he says
Quobble in the grass
Strab he down the soddieflays
Amo amat amass;
Amonk amink a minibus
Amarmylaidie Moon,
Amikky mendip multiplus
Amighty midgey spoon.
And so I traddled onward
Careing not a care
Onward, Onward, Onward.
Onward, my friends to victory and glory for the thirtyninth!
- John Lennon
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