I was hoping to have my regular coffee and bread this morning. Bread with chocolate toppings or whatever you Englishmen call it. I prefer the Norwegian made Nugatti, whilst a Danish friend of mine say Nutella is the thing, I couldn’t disagree more. But most importantly when it comes to my breakfast and the way I like it, is that it needs a soft-boiled egg (the one with a rummy yolk, you know) and that goes together with the aforementioned bread and chocolate.

(you try, you’d either love or hate it!)

The breakfast at my hotel hadn’t yet opened when I woke up 7AM so I left town with an empty stomach. That’s when I thought of my second favorite combination of food to start the day with. Nice coffee and a croissant. So after the usual avoiding-the-airline-staff-seeing-my-guitar trick and a security check, I could take it on board. But first and foremost – food. And I never learn. I should know by now that these airport cafés never serve fresh food, at best you get something eatable, but today I was so disappointed I wanted to return it and change it for a book instead. That’d at least feed my brain. I didn’t do it of course and went to buy the book after finishing, and not enjoying, the dry but sticky (yes, it is possible) croissant and the worst coffee on the planet.

(whining bastard, yes I am)

Robert Wilson led me softly into sleep with the first chapter of his last book in the Javier Falcón Seville quartet. I was too tired to read more than some twenty pages but at least it left me with the appetite of wanting to read more. So now after hours of traveling I just checked in at my hotel for the next three nights, back on my computer to correspond with the world and The Unthanks (still) singing songs from the speakers, I will carry on the reading.

(I plan on finishing the 484 pages of the book during my 3-day stay)

Passing Time In The Loo (II). That’s what I look for. In all the ways that makes sense.

(it’s the book(s) I am talking about)

Now just got back from a walk down in Portobello Road to have a bite and a quick glance at stuff that I want to buy. A pair of second hand shoes and an old jumper is now mine, and that even before I had the chance to spell B-E-E-R. I think Harald (sound guy) is already fed up with my “shopping” and I can see on his grinning face that he needs a beer. Off we go to the nearest pub.

(always end up drinking)

I have tested the recording equipment I brought already. In the hotel room, on my bed. I think we can make decent recordings of the two shows the next coming days.

(I will put them out for free)

Peace + Love,

PS! I just found out that a music critic in the local newspaper in Stavanger have voted my new album among the 50 Best of 2009. That’s great… I’m #20 out of the 50. Check out:


Nov 23 The Wilmington Arms, London
Nov 24 The Musician, Leicester


Before leaving my home in Aalesund I wrote down lyrics for three new songs on my typewriter. I can’t remember the last time I sat down to see ink in real life take form of meaningfulness on paper like it used to do back in the old days when I was a teenager and loved sitting down with my typewriter. I must admit to the fact that my lyrics back in the days weren’t always that good, but great affection for the work kept me believing that I some day could write something decent.

(decent is up for discussion)

The smell of something physical and “alive” rather than the deadness of words on a screen has given back something that I lost a long time ago. I feel connected to my own writing and it is motivating me to sing my own songs in new ways. It takes on a life on its own once it is born into fresh air again.


Now I am back on my computer writing a journal on my trip abroad that not yet has begun. I am still in Bergen in a hotel room listening to a couple of new CDs that I bought and now recommend (The Unthanks – Here’s The Tender Coming, David Sylvian – Manafon). These new musical acquaintances are all thanks to my iPod crashed just as I was about to leave my apartment and go to the airport. All the music on it got erased and I was left with no musical company on my journey. Now I believe that was just meant to be. I have discovered new music and nothing I know of feels better right now.

(all I know of seems to be in present tense so don’t worry)

Inspiration can come from so much. Inspiration in itself is inspiring. It becomes a spiral, or ultimately, if it goes full circle, and that circle happens to be of the inspiring kind, I would hold on to it. That’s where I am now with my writing and my music. It is all going so well in my head and in my heart. I feel inspired all the time. Of course, this is a lot a mambo jumbo, but still I hold on to the thought and it feeds me great amounts of positive energy.

(suck on that for a while)

So bad of you. So bad of me. I am in the position where my thoughts and ideas will at some point be exposed to a number of people (not great numbers though). One of my new songs that I just wrote is about someone I hold dear in my heart (of course, if you knew who it was) and with that comes the dilemma of whether I should sing about it or not. I often write when something bad is going on. At least something that I consider bad after run through my centrifuge. It’s just the opinion of one persona, and it isn’t necessarily of any importance. I still think it is bad of me to sing about it.

(find out for yourself, I hold no responsibility)

29.5 days. That is how long it takes to bend and break yourself to pieces. And be left with no potential future. There is no cure if you think you can survive on building a castle in the air. But you sure get your 15 minutes a hell lot of times going from new to full.

(so that’s what it’s all about?)

Rum empty. Is it possible to run empty if you build a well and you build it well?

(well, we’ll see about that)

Peace +Love,

PS! Remember the shows next week:)

Nov 23 The Wilmington Arms, London, UK
Nov 24 The Musician, Leicester, UK

Ticket links at