90s

Soms wilde ik dat ik Buffy the Vampire Slayer had ontdekt als 11 jarig meisje. Denk zigzag scheidingen, punkvampiers met geblondeerd haar a la Sid Vicious, spagetti hempjes in turquoise om niet te spreken over de strakke kettinkjes (ofwel nep tattoo's), wicca's en bands met zangeressen die allemaal leken op Alanis Morissette. Ja zelfs K's choice stond een keer in the Bronze.

Goed nu weer aan de studie en vanaf morgen verhuizen en werken en muziek maken en af en toe een normale post op mijn blog postten want dat is klaarblijkelijk leuk.

Studeren.

Gilbird Words

Birds, paradiso, rooftop parties till early in the morning, beer, popsicles, enjoy:
http://soundcloud.com/birdonthewire/live-at-paradiso-guilbird-and-words

Also tomorrow there is an exhibition of Willem (vrederick) at Meneer de Wit. Opening starts at 20.00

I wish I had a name like Rosie Rainbow.

'appy

We are playing tonight (March 24). Paradiso, Amsterdam, 11 pm.

Paleisje

I am moving out of my house. I've lived there for two years, with two of my best friends. Its a lovely, save, big house. Now its time to live on my own for half a year.

They were looking for someone in their massive apartment. My sister was first choice, because the lovely girl on the second level is a friend of hers. My sister lives in Berlin, is travelling around, so she doesnt need a house yet. Thats why I got it.

Its lovely. Its massive. Its old, very old. Classic. Out of my window I can see the canal with boats floathing. Above my two windows there are two lions. Its old, 19th century I quess. I am trying to make it my own little palace. I have to be carefull not to turn into a grandma.

19/03/2010, 21:00, Smart Project Space

Garrett Phelan

Tonight Tonight

Tonight will be my first performance since four months, and I'm nervous. I am not a natural stage person, sometimes I would like to be the one in the back. On one hand I really don't want to be the one that sings, the one that talks, the one that smiles. On the other hand I know deep down I love it. But I have to get used to it again.

There was a time we went performing a few times a week, and I got used to it. I enjoyed it very much. I am excited about tonight. Show my songs to my friends, having my first gig with the best band I have ever played in. Yesterday Nina, Thijs and me rehearsed all day in a little shed on a farm outside Amsterdam. There were loads of old 60s cars outside, chickens and ducks, and the best of all; six (!) cats. I love cats.

So I am sure it is going to be fun tonight, we are going to have a blast. Yes yes yes. Only five hours to go. And I am nervous. In a good way.

La Javanaise

brilliant

obama-nieuwe-burgemeester-van-amsterdam

Wij zijn lekker toch veel koeler dan jij.

You’re reading Fitzgerald, you’re reading Hemingway
They’re both super-smart and drinking in the café.

Adventures in Berlin

We live everywhere over the world, but for this weekend we all lived in the same city again. And yes the picture below could be stolen from a german photo-album in the 80s. As a matter of fact we were preparing for the Axl Rose party.



Self-timer;












Friedrichshein, beer, DDR KARAOKE, beer, free drinks, and yes did I already mention karaoke.





.......Me and my sister, we love cake. We really do.....

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

In desperate need of an organ

My band is looking for a second hand organ. We prefer a philicorda, but another type is good as well. We only have 200 euro to spend..and we should be able to take it with us to gigs. So if you might know someone or something let me know: birdotw@gmail.com.

and this song has been stuck in my mind for ages now;

There are so many Russian parties lately where they serve free wodka. I can't believe it. Like the lomography party in Foam yesterday, which was really great.

Just Kids.

Patti and Robert on my mind.