The Music Biz.


“Believe it or not, there is no hot superstar guitarist under the age of 30. There is no next Hendrix. There is no next Clapton.” All I thought when I read this was: “I’m here!!!!! I’M HERE!!!”ย ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜›

Here is the article:

Goodbye August, Hello September!


After months of secrecy I just wrapped up a mystery project that I’ve been totally consumed by these last months! Fingers crossed that it won’t remain eternally secret as I’ve really enjoyed it. By far the coolest thing I’ve done I think, at least in my opinion ๐Ÿ˜‰

I will now enjoy some well-deserved days off ๐Ÿ™‚

Here are some behind the scenes pic, from the month that was!

Walking around in the countryside trying to think of something else than music ๐Ÿ˜›ย โ†‘

I spotted the pope at my first village showย โ™ฅโ™ฅ hi-hi-hiย โ™ฅโ™ฅ


I’d never attended anything like this. ย I actually won some things, wo-ho!

I did not sign up my own veggies…hmm…I wonder why ๐Ÿ˜›

I think the most suitable name for this picture would be….โ†“

A Musician’s Harvest.


*round of applause*


Delicious apples that are red on the inside as well โค


Enjoying a little bit of summer โ†“





Out of my cage ๐Ÿ˜› โ†“


Dropped by Londonย โ†“



Had to take a picture of these two cute housesย โ™ฅโ™ฅ


Ditching wheat. You don’t notice how much it dominates our diets until you cut it out.

When this happens to youย โ†“


When you come across a cool picture of your dadย โ†“


When you enjoy a good meal that lasts for everย โ†“

When you go looking at Barbie dollsย โ™ฅโ™ฅโ™ฅ & get annoyed when you see all the “poser” dolls pretending to be Barbie.


When you see some serious swagย โ†“


When you realise that your pet is gone forever.


Taking Back Your Time. (goodbye April, hello May)


Something I find quite funny is how bloggers usually apologize their absence on their blog at one time or the other ๐Ÿ˜› If you take your time to check out a whole bunch of random “hobby-bloggers” you will find entries with an introduction around the lines of “…sorry I haven’t been blogging that much lately” or “…wow..I had no idea I had been gone for so long”… it is actually quite a funny observation and makes me think of an article I read at the beginning of the year, addressing how most people slip out of their new years resolution before January is even over ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

It is actually quite scary to think of that unless you make active choices to change certain habits ย a change is not gonna happen. Writing down a plan on how to go about things, might seem quite obvious, but I’m sure there are a lot of people who just think to themselves that they should do a whole bunch of things without them ever getting done. There wouldn’t be such a market for “self-help” books if that wasn’t the case. A good example are some of the apps I got myself not that long ago. A great thing about apps is that they keep track of your activity; accomplishing streaks can be a motivating factor. The daily reminders have the opposite effect, in fact at a certain point during the first moths of the year; Duolingo ( the popular language app) stopped sending me notifications all together with the message: ” we will stop sending you daily reminders as it isn’t working anyway” which is one of the funniest notifications I’ve received from any app. Funny enough I remember it as it was humorous and different to the repetitive messages I had previously received. Maybe it can be compared to parents who tell you the same things over and over without it ever really taking hold in your brain, until there is some sort of threat attached to the message. I don’t necessarily think paternal nuisance or anger is what ย makes a child pay attention, it might just be that the message has been altered. Now the message is slightly different so we actually pay attention and remember it….or for sometime at least until it is forgotten again.

You literally have to make a conscious, determined choice to make a serious mindful effort to alter whatever it is that you want to change in your life, the push is not going to come from a nagging app, the push can only come from within. The good news is that it only takes 13 days to turn something into a new habit! Something else that I read in an article not long ago also revealed how thinking about options/choices is way more helpful when it comes to changing negative habits. If there is something that you gravitate towards that isn’t particularly good for you, think to yourself that “I’ll do so and so instead of this”, presenting options to yourself will give you the freedom to say no more easily, than if you rely on will power alone, according to said article.

Last month I re-read the outlines in the three books about mental training that I wrote about here on my blog previously. I spent a great deal of time revising if I was making the right decisions and if I had taken care of certain issues I had noted down in my planner earlier in the year. I was adjusting and reminding myself of certain goals, something that human beings have a tendency of doing too rarely. Something I noticed in my previous diaries was how I would very often write about “getting back into form again” something that struck me as 1) surprisingly repetitive and 2) sad – as you should feel and tell yourself that you are in good form (you are only improving.)

Thinking that you are constantly standing staring up at a goal instead of staring straight ahead thinking to yourself ” ah, of course I’m in good form, I’m always that” seemed a bit counter productive to me. I have not been particularly good at keeping diaries either, as the pages at one point or the other became empty or full of random ideas scribbled in all sorts of illogical places.

Last month I also decided to create some sort of “table-layout” when it came to my practise routine and figured that I was at my happiest if my time had been equally divided between the various things I do musically, than if all my concentration was focused on my guitar only.

Good time management or simply good awareness gives you the power to take back your day rather than the day owning you ;):)

So next time you feel like writing or saying ” sorry I haven’t been active on my blog lately” or ” woooops how long hasn’t it been since I checked into app so and so” bear in mind that ย only total awareness of your time will make you own that time.



Pigeons. Pretending that they aren’t stalking my food….



Spot the black swan!



What you find in a London Park.



I want to go there….


Smallest exhibition ever.





I was illuminati before it was mainstream ๐Ÿ˜›



When you find out you got red tones in your hair ๐Ÿ˜€



Moms getting married again

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Hmm..someone got older this month…



Hey you guys!!! I’m really excited today as I launched the pre-order campaign for my upcoming album :):)

If you like what I’m up to or you are curious after reading my blog, you can check out the teaser for my album right here:ย 

There is also a new in depth interview with me out as well, if you want to know more about me when it comes to what I do professionally check it out:ย NEW Interview!!!

*Feeling good* ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€


Tears & Self Hate Is The Remedy.


What do all Norwegians do during Easter? Well they either read or watch crime, preferably both. In the name of tradition I decided to read some classic crime and that led me to the Queen of crime herself, my late childhood favourite, Agatha Christie.

There has been some years since I actually read some Christie, the last time I was exposed to any of her works was as an audience member marvelling at her theatre play “The Mousetrap” down in London. Which was brilliant by the way.

Yesterday I embarked on one of her classics “And Then There Were None”. It was an easy read and I finished the book in less than a day. My verdict?

I have to admit that I’m a bit surprised reading Christie now. What startles me is the nonchalant way in which murder is being dealt with. There are 10 people stuck on an island, who quickly realise that there is a murderer amongst them. Even though the participants realise this, they remain in my opinion un-naturally collected and handle the issue in a manner, that would make you assume that murder isn’t really such a big deal.

I suspect that my generation have gotten too accustomed to loud screams, arguing and drama on the silver screen to be particularly convinced by the stiff-upper-lip, buttoned up mentality depicted in Christie’s crime. I suppose that our society is too drenched in psychoanalysis, where even the fragile state of a criminal’s mind is being overanalysed in order to find some excuse buried deep down in previous traumas that could possibly explain, the individuals murderous inclinations. I mean even the most treacherous of beings, could probably improve if they were in the receiving end of a hug, right? I mean there is probably some perfectly understandable reason as to why someone rape and/or kills. Shouldn’t we feel sorry for these poor wretched individuals? Enslaved by their urges, imprisoned by the traumatising memory of abusive parents, aren’t they the true victims? Well those are the questions we are supposed to ask ourselves. Poor serial killer, his dad probably didn’t acknowledge him, his mother didn’t breast feed him long enough. ย In our modern fiction investigators are bound to develop alcohol problems. They suffer with relationship problems, self-doubt, you name it, they struggle to cope ย emotionally with the sight of a corpse and the misery that their profession ensures them. ย Someone unfortunate enough to be the witness of a crime or a discoverer of corpses, give in to total hysteria, or absolute shock, jumping onto the nearest shrink couch to deal with the trauma of discovering something unpleasant, something unpleasant that could lead to, god forbid a trauma or ย Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.

Our modern novels like our movies and tv-seeries are drenched in drama so thick, not even a truck load of TNT would be able to blast thru it, so no wonder then that my literary palate ย has been saturated with bizarre expectations.

Where are the emotional breakdowns in Christie’s crime? Where is the person who desperately tries to build a raft to escape the island? Where are the scenarios with people throwing accusations left right and centre? Where is the fist fight? Where is the panic? Where is the gradual psychological meltdown? Why aren’t the people stuck on the doomed island falling victims to erratic decisions, psychological deterioration, abandonment of logic and reasoning, as absolute fear spreads thru their midst like a virus?

A sip of brandy can apparently sort out any sort of understated emotional outburst. It is important for proper English men and women of the late 1930’s to keep up the appearances at all times, even if there is a murderer at large. Even if they are killed off one by one, nothing can stand in the way of the noblest of virtues: namely a stiff upper lip.

Christie’s novel is such a strange read in our over analysed, straightforward, vulgar times, that I don’t really feel like I’ve read a crime novel at all. It is too platonic to move me or install any kind of fear. Would it be blasphemous to say that it lacks depth? Or would it be more accurate to assume that it depicts times of old, when women would faint and there wasn’t anything a brandy couldn’t solve?

In our times of insight we are supposed to saviour every and any emotion, and analyse why we would feel such and such. Terrorism should be dealt with by holding hands, waving roses in the air, and using hashtags. Well, the terrorists probably came from unstable backgrounds, they were probably un-employed, their radicalisation a result of western foreign politics. In fact if western countries were to eradicate their military, any weapons they might have and destroy any borders, execute any descendants of ย colonialists and remove any statues of Cecil Rhodes, THEN the cataclysm for hate would once and for all be eradicated. Hell maybe we should just shut down all our prisons, let all the prisoners out, and collectively kill ourselves as anything wrong in the world can only be attributed to western people….

It is important to be ruled by one’s emotions. Any modern leader with any sense of self-respect knows that it is important to instantly change one’s statements, if one is initially perceived as being too strong or tough. Staying cool is a mentality only reserved for Russian hitmen on the silver screen or Vladimir Putin. Even soldiers risks bursting at the seams at any given moment. Politicians go on air, crying or criticising their own countries history. Only psychopaths would refrain from wearing their heart on their sleeve unless you are the Queen of England. In fact if people from the past could time travel, especially my Viking ancestors, there is a high probability that they would call us out for being a bunch of sissies, or as Arnold Schwarzenegger would say “a bunch of girly men”.

At the end of day, was the book any good? Yes it was, but all I could think ofย when I was done reading was how distant the times of Christie are.

A break up handled on Facebook for all to see is perfectly acceptable.ย Knowing what everyone is doing at all times is perfectly natural, as it is un-natural for an American female student in Italy to appear too cheerful after the demise of her flatmate. Better to imprison her just in case, since her emotional reaction isn’t in accordance with expectations. If you are aย ย British-Arabic or Norwegian- Arabic ISIS fighter it is important to get you back home to safety, as poor you, it is probably not your fault that you decided to join them.

Is it possible to get any softer or weirder than what we are at this point?



So I thought to myself that I would try to express my feelings towards my cold in a poetic and dramatic way….considering the amount of bizarre “poetry” plastered on public transportation etc…. I mean why not…now this might seem a little over-dramatic, but hey that’s what being “poetic” means doesn’t it? ๐Ÿ˜›


Weak & Withered – entrenched in Pain – I Lay Splintered

Inflamed in Coldness – Pharynx Thorned – With Impudent Boldness

Needles permeate – From Feeble Skin – To Wasted Membranes

And Optic Thumping – Keeps Me Awakened – Focus Slumping

Waterfalls From My Nares Gush – So in Tissues I myself Bury

While apathy Invades – I stare Blankly – Into the Quarry

Of my own despair –ย I lay here thinking – Writing My Predictable Story

And Sandpaper is All – As my Voice fades – I Swallow

Wasting My Days – In Boredom I Wallow ๐Ÿ˜›

Winter Is Coming!


To continue the entry from my Norway trip last month, here are some photos of Norwegian mountains and lots of snow ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m glad that I finally got to see Norwegian winter again ;);)


I was really excited about getting to drive! I tried to drive several times which was great fun! I could see myself become as obsessed with driving as I’ve been with my guitar, this is where I was driving, it was right next to a steep precipice, which you cannot see on the picture….


Some snapshots of Norwegian-ness ( check the food below)….my grandfather used to carve figurines out of tree ๐Ÿ™‚ ย This was a work of his that I had never seen beforeย โ†“ It represents Life.


I was a hair model and I also sat in the jury of a local talent competition that scouts talented young people to send on to a national competition ๐Ÿ™‚


If you are going to be an industrial town you gotta have the appropriate art ( insert Soviet Music)ย โ†“


Here we go…. here are pictures of the stunning Norwegian winter!!!!!ย โ†“โ†“โ†“


Arriving late back in Oslo on the 28th of the 2nd month, I went for a lovely walk in the dark, returning back home to England the day after ๐Ÿ˜‰