I havent confused Saturday with Sunday because they both start with S. Simply Saturday shrank. Actually it happens to me too often. Time always shrinks while I always expand. November means birthdays. The birthdays of love sickers and love seekers. Being both Im proceeding with my Love Disease studies. Any respectful disease has a respectful number of confusing stages. Like no other disease Love Disease is the most respectful of them all. And the only wanted disease. The entire third stage is Scandinavian. In the second stage of Love Disease the fear of heartbreak was in the back of loving mind. In the third stage the heartbreak fear travels from back to front. Some things are always go one direction back front. So Love Disease Stage 3 is Magic Anarchy. 3A is Magic Anarchy Going Forth Going North. Basically its anarchy with Scandinavian methodicalness. 3B will be Scandinavian too. I was supposed to post Love Disease 3A on October, the 1st to celebrate the Anarchy Day. But something interfered with my plan. A couple of days after I got incredibly creative and tremendously inspired by two hunks lovingly hugging each other I had a cold, a bad cough. I remember I penned the poem about purple bottles then. I had to postpone the song because Solveigs song is very demanding. I dont imply that if I hadnt had cough, Id have executed the song much better or better at all. In the end of the day and night what matters is that I had much fun singing it. And my husband who isnt keen on classic music at all found my howling quite entertaining. By the way Solveigs song is one my big childhood sonic crushes. Im sure Edvard Grieg would feel so proud of me. I did my best. I hope his spirit isnt deaf. Surely Griegs spirit isnt dead. Yet. Happy birthday to my almost birthday twin. I wish him the huge amount of health, the best songs ever (yes, we are demanding because Ville set the bar high), limitless happiness (of course, in combination with the most heart wrenching songs eva). Also I wish him only featherweight sweethearts in the first row. It’s not racism at all. Judge by yourself. If an overweight sweetheart falls (and it’s impossible not to fall when you are pushed ferociously) and starts rolling over and on guitar pedals, a gig will end up being a disaster. It’s not my far-fetched fantasy. It happened once. So this video is dedicated to two birthdays that never became one because a midwife finally woke up. My goodnight wish is all birthdays becoming one. It will be the longest birthday eva starting on January, the 1st and ending on December, the 31st. PS On my FP celebration period have just started. We really have plenty of celebrations. Right now I’m going to check out whether there are some new tidbits circulating around. I’m hungry for joy. https://youtube/watch?v=bTEUkCpOS8o&feature=youtu.be
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 23:17:59 +0000
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