I recall the 13th December 1984/85. It was a cold very early Lucia* day, the snow was standing at least 1,5 meters or more and the air was completely still.
I remember, that initially I was just discontent and displeased with the early hour (as many or most teenagers probably would be till this day).
Then, suddenly, when I walked together with my classmates/friends literally surrounded by walls of snow, seeing the actual air crystallise* in front of my very won eyes on a cold and early morning.
The outdoor torches burning/flickering, like they were gasping for air in the complete darkness and/or simple lack of sun-light in the very early morning.
I remember feeling (and this quite some time ago); or thinking that, this is actually quite beautiful and unique and that it this is nice even-though it is pitch black, cold and extremely early in the morning. The distinct feeling that I will not experience this moment again, ever in my life. Because grown-ups (that I would have to become at some point in time) do not stay up all night in waiting for the celebration of Lucia (“Luciavaka”) and that I will probably not be doing this again, ever.
Visiting/walking to “Församlingshuset” that morning and celebrating Lucia; no matter how reluctant, sulking, tired or forced I was feeling that particular day, just being another young citizen will always be entrenched and remain one of many of my fond adolescent memories.
Looking out of my window now? What now? Well, the 13
I have a hard time accepting that it is still not an accepted fact. I can see it with my own eyes? Where is the cold and the snow? I’ve seen crystal clear ice a half meter thick in the vicinity.
We have managed to affect a system that is billions of years in the making in 200 years or so. That is a fact. I can see that in 30 years or so. From a system’s perspective? I can understand the sentiment from my peers; the system analysts. It can’t be done. Not, on a global scale, there must be other long-term mechanisms at play.
The system is to large, it’s simply not possible to introduce that kind of change on such a short time-scale. The system is to large and complex and it is impossible to introduce dramatic change.
Yet, this is not “normal” weather for the season. It should be locked in the grip of Winter a long time ago. It’s December… It is + 6° and raining in Stockholm right now? But, it should be – 10° or below and snowing hard.
* Technically it is not the “air”, it is the water in the air that turns into ice-crystals, changing aggregate state from liquid into solid. That’s when you you exhale and you get ice forming in your nose or your breath will form ice crystals in you eyebrows or eyelashes. That’s, when it is cold outside.
“- It’s not that cold and you will go outside now!”
It just seems wrong. Why in the name of the Lord would you ever make a cover of My Favorite Thing? The short and simple answer? You would not ever do that.
On top of it all I’ve been and I still am a haunted man, haunted by the music of the 68:s (it’s not a typo, not 60’s music, but the music of the 68:s); “Nous sommes les soixante-huits?!” – that would be my parents self-proclaimed credo!
A statement, something which there will never be any; contesting/argument or reasoning applied to, ever. An absolute truth if you will.
For the record and the very last time; if you listen to the Stones or Hendrix you do not under any circumstance listen to the Beatles. Ever. Why? Because that is the definition of a contradiction… and it goes on and on.
Pink Floyd will automatically cancel other time specific groups/songs etc. In as many words: I’m going to be haunted for an eternity by one specific year and month. Mai soixante-huit (May 68) and I wasn’t even born at that time.
I need to get the references right. “- Please be gentle with me. I’m not as tuff as I seem.”. Give me a minute will you.
Cut to the chase anytime soon? Right…, the “This is it” EP is excellent! Minimal and with a raw, ruthless and a honesty that is unusual these days. It’s simply not possible to resist the vocals and the un-shameful sampling of earlier works.
If you happen to know anything or have listened to any contemporary music made the last decades or so. I mean Minneapolis, AFX or is it æ in the same song? That’s a wild thing right there. And I love it!
…a very brightly shining star is born. Let’s name her: Shitkid (the name in itself deserves a text. But, I’m just going to let it be, that’ll be one for the road). Excellent.
I’m just saying… charging cables packed and sold five at the time? Is there possibly something flawed with the original design/concept?
Co-incentally this is the 900 post (not counting the ones censored in the past and in the possible future).
I was once asked at the 300 mark or so: – Why, do you write these texts and who’s ever going to read what you’re writing? It was as funny then as it is funny now.
– I don’t know that anyone ever will/would. That’s not reason why. Obviously, I hope that someone of the 9000 000 000 000 people alive today is reading (I happen to know that I have some readers albeit not that many) some of the texts.
– Why would you ask something like that? If I may aks in turn?
I suppose it’s a question of perspective, and that it must have to do with your relation to the rest of the World. Never ever be in the wrong. And there’s a guaranteed method of achieving that “objective” and that is to do/produce/interact as little as possible. Then you will be more or less certain of always being in the right.
I obviously don’t share that perspective.
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Among all the other stuff.