Tiger mountain peasant song

I always feel better when I read this book.

people are just people

people are just people like you.

that is what Regina Spektor said.
i don't believe it. some people aren't just people. and they do make me nervous. in a bad, bad way. I hate them, i think i never hated anybody this bad. and i can't help it. someone take me out of here.

people are just people
they shouldn't make you nervous
the world is everlasting, it's coming and it's going
if you don't toss your plastic
the street won't be so plastic
and if you kiss somebody then both of you'll get practice
the world is everlasting
put dirtballs in your pocket
put dirtballs in your pocket and take off both your shoes
cause people are just people
people are just people
people are just people like you.


and i don't even smoke or have long hair. (my pencil slipt away)

its alright.

this was when my sister still lived in amsterdam. now she lives in berlin. i'm so jealous of her. amsterdam is a boring, tiny place with big intentions. we act like we're a big city, but to be honest it just feels like a little village.






this was half a year ago..maybe longer. we just cut eachothers hair. now my hair is growing and i don't know why. maybe because i want to. maybe because i don't have any money to go to the hairdresser. maybe because our hairdressers's scissors got stolen.

I know she is coming
I know she will look
And that is the longing
And this is the book.


(The Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen).

Fisherman's music

(Sweden, 2008)


(Sweden, 2008)

Tomorrow, 8pm, Paradiso, Amsterdam. The most incredible fishermans band from the US. In winter they are touring, in summer they are fishing and writing songs:




(Port OBrien, 2009, by Lindsey Byrnes)

hahahahah

despite of all the madness, this really makes me laugh.

Paris

je t'aime
a few weeks ago i went to paris to perform with my (former) band. We had such a lovely time and stayed at the place of the loveliest people in the world. I hope we will be back soon.







I found the best record on a flee market. A spoken version of le petit prince on record.. to bad the record was missing. but i got the cover for free and its hanging above my bed.

i don't have an apple so i don't have photobooth.

it sucks.



But on my work I have. I'm typing and typing, at least for five hours now. My fingers seem to be used to it.

I am collecting beautiful objects. A pair of shoes. Some glasses. Telephone. Typewriter. They are made from wood and felt. With apparent stitches. Their delicate and finished appearance is friendly. And they are quiet.

This made my day

I've been studying in the library from 10 am today. We are making an exhibition and I am supposed to arrange the money. As I am the worst economic in the world, its quiet interesting..

Making up excuses on my computer for not starting work, I saw this picture made by a friend. Just then I started loving autumn and its rain.



(made by Sanny van Loon: www.sannyvanloon.com)

My band

fell apart. My guitarist quittet and since there was only the two of us..my band fell apart. We had such a wonderfull year. We started in summer 2008 and made a lot of songs. In a year we almost got a record deal, we almost got our album fully recorded, almost almost almost! but we really did a lot of great shows in the Netherlands and above all, in Paris.

Now he left me, he hates me. Without any reason. He changed. From someone who was excited to play his first show at a cafe without anyone but my boyfriend, to someone who didnt feel like playing in a room for 2000 people (as support act for Nouvelle Vague). Its to bad, people who change. But you can't do anything about it than cry, hate it and then leave it to what it was. He is trying to change my memories about our project, but i still know that i had the best time.

So this was one of our last songs we made, a little preview of something that was wonderfull.




And ofcourse, I am going to start a new band. Or try to make my old band work in a very diffrent way. Any guitarists? Drummers? electronists? anyone interested? let me know! (rosaronsdorf@gmail.com)

New blog. New start.

I write about what I love, think, make, feel, see, hate, eat, hear, need. Anything that is irrelevant to anyone who thinks it is.

"What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real." (Miranda July, one of my biggest heroes)