well, i'm leaving for new york tomorrow, so if anyone feels like hanging out, please let me know. the gig on bowery's ballroom on 25th is sold out at present, but there is another one on Feb 24 in Brooklyn, NY
at Monster Island (w/ Animal Collective). I believe there is also one at the 23rd which we play alone, but i have to get the location sorted out, i believe it is at the loft of bubblecore records.
i am looking forward to the trip, i hope it's not too cold there, but its probably similar too here, so i'll take my sheeps clothing with me.
if someone here could point out any good bars or places to check out it would be cool.
see you

Days like these

Originally uploaded by cvf1979.

Days like these and i feel like leaving, in a good way. to let go of this play of the senses, to let go. my own conclusion drawn for myself only. there is no one else here. to become complete, in myself, and leave the struggle behind.
every day is a new add to the weight, the terrible weight of a life of fuckups, mistakes.
put these wrong to right. only by drifting away can we move on. only by rebirth can i leave myself behind.

(not my)dating cronicles

i'm trying to play by the rules, sugar.
it's ok too show interest, just not to show desperation.
that's exactly what i was trying to do.
if you can't talk to me now, then fine. if there is someone else, fine.
we can still be friends?
i didn't mean to you know, overload the situation. i was just showing interest, maybe your misunderstanding something. i wasnt gonna tie you down and put a stake through your heart (although it might make a cozy evening).

fantasia

sannkölluð fantasía

exquisite pain

Exquisite pain.
In this book, Sophie Calle describes a nearly year long period of her life, in special reference to a single moment, when ‘the man she loves’ leaves her.
In comparison to the enourmosity of all the things that make up for a life, the overbearing importance she puts on this one ocurrence becomes laughable. I’m sure thats part of the point of the book, to sort of even out things that grow too big in our eyes.

Súistinn. The bastards. I pay 350 kr. For a fucking café latte here and they don’t even let us access their wireless net.

‘before unhappiness’ the first part of the book is called. Every picture has a countdown stamp on its picture.

I don’t know what kind of a guy leaves a beautiful, french woman. But hell, what should i know? There are so many assholes in this world.

Well, there is some eroticism in the book, including other men.



I link particularily well with this book, because, at the time of ‘the woman i (used to) love’ left, i was on a travel through europe. That was the time of the filming of Grímurs grand film about me ‘Varði Goes Europe’. An anthropoligical documentary. Or something. Fuck it.
‘from time to time he warned me that he wasn’t really in love but i blithely ignored the warning, after all, he was living with me. he warned me that he’d forget about me if i left him’.(p.206)

It’s funny how, these lines evoke thoughts such as, ‘why in hell should a 30 year old woman presume her life was nothing without being with this man’.
Such is the enormousity of our self-inflicted pain, drawing conclusions that to others might seem insane. is it a way to tie ourselves down to the past tense disasters in order to remain distant to the present.


I will keep on talking about this stuff until the sheer repetition burns me into feeling nothing at all.

What is sophie doing with this book. Its exactly this. The sheer repetition burnes us into feeling nothing at all.
a woman thinks she is giving stillbirth. then finds out the baby is alive.
a brother commits suicide.
a mother dies.
a father dies.
a woman, is left for a younger one, pays a visit to her husbands new place, then watches in horror, everytimeshe walks by.

until the sheer weight of the horrors laid upon us is so big, it becomes rediculous. therefore is exorcised.

'she who had always remained in the depth of my being
in the twilight of gleams and glimpses
she who had never smiled or given it up in the morning
will be the last gift to you the last song

words have wooed but never won her
persuasion has reached to her but come up empty
i have gone from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart
and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life
over my thoughts and actions, my slumber and dreams, she ruled yet
dwelled alone and apart
nobody ever saw her face to face
and she stayed alone in her whatever you want to call it
waiting for you to see her'
-bonnie prince billie

the royal family of iceland

the royal family of iceland
Originally uploaded by hallfredinn.

his is a picture of the NixNoltes, which will be giving a concert on the 25th of february at the Bowery's Ballroom in NYC. They will be opening up for the Animal Collective. They will also do two more concerts in the same week but i have to get the details on that. A recent press newspaper article here said that we were beyond doubt a bigband of crazyassmotherfuckers. it didn't say anything that precise about our music, but needless perhaps, our branch of specially bred and genetically decoded icelandic-bulgarian dance folk punk, fusioned together with unsanity and insanity of various proportions.
(i am on cocaine, by the way)


http://www.boweryballroom.com/calendar/index.html