Finally tucking away the Christmas decorations. Hello February, here I come.
A two years celebratory weekend is over, and as always - it seems when we became an item we sorta became kids as well, at once - I'm chocked it's Monday. And as so many other Sundays to Mondays, I can't sleep.
Our gig was... super duper. So many friends and very few slip ups.
I'm so happy it's over, not meaning I wouldn't do it again or that I didn't like it, just that it feels like now that it's done, I get my life back. The day before I was so nervous I more or less spent it watching figure skating, painting things black. At least that's how I remember it.
The gig was an enjoyment, standing there with closed eyes and trembling hands, my face (apparently) "showing as much emotion as Celine Dion's", as someone said afterwards (I can't remember who).
Pictures will come.
Thank you all friends for being there. It wouldn't have been the same without you.
Sunday we went to the movies and watched Sound of Noise (watch the trailer here), a movie that I recommend to everyone who likes films about a city, music and civil disobedience. As everything that Ola Simonsson and Johannes Stjärne Nilsson makes it's funny and suggestive, and set in a current 50's handsome style of their own design. If you take a look at their web page (Kostr film) you'll see what I mean. Or watch their famous short Music for one apartment and six drummers.
Now it's 5 am. I think I'll stay up a while longer, drink water, surf and listen to the Glenn's gentle snores. Life is funny. And good weird.