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My weekend

…my weekend has been packed with a lot of different music experiences. Yesterday started with Elin playing at Olaf Ryes Plass at Musikkens Dag in Oslo http://www.musikkfest.no/. Then we loaded the car and went straight to Skullerud Grendehus where Bondebabes performed http://www.bondebabes.com. But I had to admit that the best part, was yet to come: Rune Rudberg http://www.runerudberg.no. It was a real Hil-Billy party hil-billy, a lot of liquor, beer, fighting – just as in the really old days – every other place than at Skullerud Grendehus where this is common as for today. It was real fun, and I’m glad that I have experienced it!

Sunday – PeTre Session with Sofian, Animal Alpha, Magnet and at last BigBang!! We had a really good time, meet friends and all – fun!

I got a new job

From the first of September this year I will be starting as a consultant at Gravity Rock

Gravity Rock was founded January 1, 2000. We have focused on enterprise portals and integration services from day one. This experience has given us a level of expertise that is rare in this market, and has established Gravity Rock as one of the leading providers of portal and integration solutions in Northern Europe.

Time to try something new 🙂 http://www.gravityrock.com/

Pink Floyd – Nobody Home

I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There’ll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I’ve got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to …fly to… fly to… fly to.
Ooooo Babe,When I pick up the phone,
There’s still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There’ll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I’ve got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to …fly to… fly to… fly to.
Ooooo Babe,When I pick up the phone,
There’s still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.

From the album “The Wall”

Rolling stone…s

And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, “We’re gonna vent our frustration
If we don’t we’re gonna blow a 50-amp fuse”
Sing it to me now…

You can’t always get what you want

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need
Oh baby, yeah, yeah!

http://www.lyricsdomain.com/18/rolling_stones/you_cant_always_get_what_you_want.html

Mystery Chopper lands on top of Everest!

Now they have managed that as well, landing a helicopter on top of Mt. Everest. So now there’s no problem anymore, anyone can fly to the top!
http://www.mounteverest.net/story/MysteryChopperlandsontopofEverestMay242005.shtml
The same mentioned here, so it seems to be true
http://www.defencetalk.com/news/publish/article_002441.shtml

They are professionals

Was walking on the street by Oslo City when a woman gave a guy begging for money some coins. The an old man, apperantly from Sundmøre – think so because of his dialect – pointed at the woman with his umbrella, or maybe also hitted her a bit while he shouted “Don’t give them money – they are professionals!!!!”. I did not see any cameras, don’t realize why…

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