Sorry

There's been no blogpost in ages. I owe those of you who read it an apology and an explanation.

I'm realizing that this blog has almost served it's purpose. I want to take a different - and anonymous - approach to blogging. I'm not closing this one down - I might still find use for it - but for the time being, it's on standby.

Thanks for everything so far. I'm so grateful for all comments.

Love,
Ida

The youth is starting to change

Are you starting to change?

I've had a song on my mind these last couple of days. I finally found a deacent video for it on vimeo, and I can't copy it to here! So you'll need to click on the link to see.

'The Youth' by MGMT. 

The lyrics are sweet and hopefull... perfect for spring and sun.

This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together
We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever
Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout
Wave your hands
Make it rain
For stars will rise again

The youth is starting to change
Are you starting to change?
Are you?
Together

In a couple of years
Tides have turned from booze to tears
And in spite of the weather
We could learn to make it together

The youth is starting to change
Are you starting to change?
Are you?
Together

I think the video is really cool, actually, and it reminds me of two movies.

First: Donnie Darko - I could choose the video of Sparkle Motion dancing, but instead, you get Tears For Fears and the cool beginning of the movie. It used to be one of my favorite movies - I had quite a crush on Jake Gyllenhaal for a while there. And Tears For Fears are awesome! So... here you go:

And second - kitchy children dancing?!? Yeah, you know it... Little Miss Sunshine - allthough that song is awfull, it's such a funny and sweet movie - Abigail Breslin, the little girl, is amazing - and the rest of the soundtrack is really great, featuring Sufjan Stevens and Devotchka.
This video is syncronised - fun galore!

Love,
Ida

Dusk

I can tell it is spring by looking at the skyline at dusk. That blue color IS spring.

This is the view from where I practise the piano. It's a good view. 

I had a really great saturday - how about you?

Love,

Ida

The way I am

I love this drawing. It totally encompasses the romantic, hopefull spirit in me.
'Everything that could possibly happen'. Isn't that beautiful?

I'm sorry, but I really can't remember where I found this - I've snatched it from some blog without writing credits down. I have a sneak suspesion that it's from Where the Lovely Things Are; but I'm not 100...

I'm really tired today and have hardly read any of the blogs I use to follow. First day of work - it was fine, my colleagues were very sweet and funny and smiling.
I can't wait to when it's normal...

Love,
Ida

Last day...

Tomorrow I start my fulltime internship. I'm so nervous. I've been stressed and busy today, having heeps of stuff to do before tomorrow. But I have work to do on the computer, so took the advantage of doing that at one of my favorite coffeeplaces - 'Kaffebar' = 'Coffeebar' - when is the next time I'll be able to sit in the middle of a weekday with good coffee and mac? Never?

Am I ready for this? I hope so.

Love,
Ida

Wild Nothing

This is a tune that really belongs in the summertime, with long bright nights and sweet breezes - but this one has stuck with me all winter.

I did an interview with the musician behind Wild Nothing about half a year ago, and I asked him about the lyrics - and he was just not paying that much attention to them. It was just something to sing.

Fair enough, I'm not much of a person who cares about lyrics, I care about the music. If I want to read beautiful and meaningful words, I'll read a novel or poetry.

But it kinda bugs me though - becuase if he doesn't give it any thought, then how can he write a phrase that is so... me?

'This abyss won't last forever

And that's exactly why

I'd rather live in dreams

Than I'd rather die.'

Love,
Ida

Solitude

We had a great concert yesterday! The best thing in the world is to play live... what does non-musicians get their kick out of? Don't get it...

Today some of us in the band took care of gear, and when that was done I found myself on Nørrebro at 12.15 and thought: "Why not go see a movie in Empire at 12.30?". So I did - as you can see in the first picture, the place was kinda empty - I think we were less than 10 people who saw the movie; 'Winters Bone'. It was really good and intense. It's so scary that people live in societies like that in a country like America.
On my way home I stopped to take a photo of my favorite spot in Cph (it's a classic by now) because the weather was so lovely - and there on one of the bridgepillars was a note with the word 'change' on it - backwards. How fitting for my situation right now.

When will be the next time that I have the luxury of going to the movies in the middle of the day?

Love,
Ida

Boy A

I spent the evening with my friend. She made amazing mousaka, and then we wanted to see a movie.
I'd given her 'Boy A' a long time ago, and it was still unwrapped, so I suggested to her that we watch it - me for the second time.

Everyone in the world should be forced to watch this movie - then we can talk about 'evil'!
Social heritage is such a huge factor that - in my opinion - is constantly underestimated.

It is possibly the most heartwrenching movie I've ever seen. We both sobbed helplessly. 

Love,

Ida

Just a thought...

On Bloglovin' (btw, I hate when people spell it lovin' and not loving. It makes it seem so yo-yo-diggidy-dawg-dude-r'n'b-hipsterslang-talk-ish. Ick. Well. Back to the point) I had to pick a category for this blog.
I chose lifestyle... and it just hit me. My blog is about my life; but there's not that much style...

Love,
Ida

I have to share this with you

This is some of the most inspiring I've ever encountered. Alfred Cortot giving a masterclass.
From the video 'The Art of Piano - The Greatest Pianist of the 20th Century'.

It's amazing how he can put words to the otherwise difficult task of musical expression.

Love,
Ida

Sleep

Sleep is my best friend. It covers me in a warm blanket of sweet nothingness.

I'm such a fool.

(Too much) Love,
Ida

In the nick of time

Just as I was about to click on the orange 'post'-button, a friend called me, upset and frustrated about her assignment. And I aired frustation as well, having been bedridden for 2 days which meant too much time to think about... certain things.
I told her about the post I had just written, and she was like: 'No. Don't do it, you'll regret it later. Come here and have coffee and talk instead.'
And I knew she was right; the post was too private to be shared on this blog.
So even if I am sick, I jumped in the shower and hailed a cab, and we talked for 4 hours. She made sure I had something to eat, and we both made each other feel better. Friends. The most important thing in life.

I felt so good that I decided some fresh air would do me more good, and I walked home.

The neonsigns will be a reoccuring image on this blog, I can tell you now. I love them - and the lakes.
The two latter are of the National Gallery of Denmark that I happen to live very, VERY close by. It's situated right by the park Østre Anlæg, and I like to walk by the museum... It's a beautiful building.
But wanna know the ugly truth? I.haven't.been.in.there.in.more.than.15.years! Not once in the 7 years that it's practically been my neighbour. I'm so ashamed - because I actually want to. Don't know why I don't just...do it?

Love,
Ida

P.s. The post that was never posted? I'll keep it as a draft - just as a reminder.

Candystripes!

I needed milk for my coffee, and I couldn't resist buying some gummibearwristwatches at my local grocer. I love those small paperbags + 5 kr. worth of mixed candy - reminds me of childhood. Yum!

Isn't red and white stripes universally acknowledged as candyrelated?

Love,
Ida

Sunday, oh sunday

I've had an emotional weekend. I really wish I could control them, those damn selfsufficiant emotions, and not be such a slave to them... will I ever learn?
If it wasn't for amazing friends...

Yesterday I had beers and played Scrabble at Din Nye Ven, a great coffeeplace/bar - the name means 'Your New Friend'. Best name!

There was bandpractice - it should have been on thursday, but was cancelled; and then it was cancelled again today. You can't blame someone with a bruised foot, but I really need to play the best music in the world with the best band soon!
So instead I managed an impromptu coffeedate with my friend, before she leaves for Japan - and after that I headed for the movietheater to meet another friend and watch 'Io sono l'Amore' - 'I am love'. Best title?

It stars a frightningly spectacular Tilda Swinton - she's very versatile and breathtaking in this film.
A very sensuel movie - toying with vision and sound. Really interesting and picturesque. But one that needs to float in my head for a few days, before I can come with a verdict. But I know I like it. That's something.

I didn't take any pictures at all this weekend. Typical. But I've had this song in my head most of today...

Love,
Ida

2011 so far looks...

...pretty much like 2010. But in less than one month all that changes. When I start my internship. I'm going to be one busy girl. Can't wait!
But there is a new and different thing in these pictures.
My new moomin-cup.
And the hyacinths are new.

I can't wait for spring to come.

Love,
Ida

I stole something!

I stole a list. From a fellow blogger - Spirrevip. I find it quite sweet. 
I translated it for you english readers out there - I know there's quite a few of you. Please drop a word any time. I'd love to hear from you. Maybe you could fill out the list too, and put it as a comment or on your blog, if you have one? Just a thought. 

My best friend is my dreams and my best people. Can't choose one of many great.
When I brush my teeth I often dance to music.

When I'm cooking I'm in love with my home.

I'm (a little) afraid of burning bridges.

The worst feeling is when grand emotions and love is not returned.

The best feeling is being on stage with SPEkTR – nothing is ever as good.

I'm best at writing.

I'm bad at motivating myself.

I listen to soundtracks when I need to immerse myself in writing.

I talk before I think, and I shouldn't do that.

I like warm eyes that smiles.

Love is when there is no need for words.

This summer I learned new things about myself.

The last time I cried was in frustration over situations I can't control. Whoops, that's a lie. This girl, who so seldomly cries, cried a little today because I had such a pain in one of my ears. Ouch.

When I want to think I go to the water. Either the lakes or Langelinie and preferably with music in my ears.

When I'm baking it's because everything's in order in my home.

Right now I'm thinking about the future.

Today I realised, that I'm doing okay - and that I have really come to love walking, just to walk and experience and absorb impulses with a maelstroem of thoughts in my head.

Tonight I'm going to eat sour bloodoranges, drink tea, watch a movie and read, both book and good words from lovely people I know.

Tomorrow I'm going to Valby, where the first bandpractise of the year will take place. And I'm not going to have an aching ear! I'm not!

My cellphone is my camera and my musicplayer and my lifeline.

When I wake in the morning I turn over and snooze away.

If I was an animal I'd be a wolf in Canada. 

Love,
Ida

Fairytales...

Some day before New Years Eve I took a walk in Kings Garden, a park near where I live. There is a statue of the great writer Hans Christian Andersen.
Today I was walking home from an appointment on Nørrebro and went through the Assistens Cemetary. It serves as a park as well. In summertime people lay on the grass, reading, playing... it's a wonderfully, mysterious place with a great atmosphere.
H. C. Andersen - as we call him in Denmark - is buried there, so I went by his tombstone, and someone had put a tophat in front!
It got me thinking about his fairytales, and which ones I like the most. For me it is The Nightingale, The Ugly Duckling and The Wild Swans.
But I really like his poetry, maybe even more than his fairytales. His lyrics to 'I Danmark Er Jeg Født' = 'In Denmark I Am Born' is so beautiful. I will not try a crappy translation, because it won't show his legacy justice.

Which of his fairytales is your favorite?

Love,
Ida

P.p.s. I just realised that my favorite fairytales all have birds in the title. What a great coincidence. 

P.s. To danish readers I will share the lyrics to 'I Danmark Er Jeg Født'. The rest of you can go nuts with google translate if it has your fancies, hihi.

I Danmark er jeg født, dér har jeg hjemme,
der har jeg rod, derfra min verden går.
Du danske sprog, du er min moders stemme,
så sødt velsignet du mit hjerte når.
Du danske, friske strand,
hvor oldtids kæmpegrave
stå mellem æblegård og humlehave.
Dig elsker jeg!
Danmark, mit fædreland!

Hvor reder sommeren vel blomstersengen
mer rigt end her, ned til den åbne strand?
Hvor står fuld månen over kløverengen
så dejligt som i bøgens fædreland?
Du danske, friske strand,
hvor Danebrogen vajer, -
Gud gav os den, - Gud giv den bedste sejer!
Dig elsker jeg!
Danmark, mit fædreland!

Engang du herre var i hele Norden,
bød over England, - nu du kaldes svag,
et lille land, og dog så vidt om jorden
end høres danskens sang og mejselslag.
Du danske, friske strand,
plovjernet guldhorn finder,
Gud giv dig fremtid, som han gav dig minder!
Dig elsker jeg!
Danmark, mit fædreland!

Du land, hvor jeg blev født, hvor jeg har hjemme,
hvor jeg har rod, hvorfra min verden går,
hvor sproget er min moders bløde stemme
og som en sød musik mit hjerte når.
Du danske, friske strand
med vilde svaners rede,
I grønne ø'r, mit hjertes hjem hernede!
Dig elsker jeg!
Danmark, mit fædreland!

2010

So it is the last day of the year 2010.

It's been a really tough year, but I'll list all the positive things that have happened - and there have been many - in a totally random order:

I started this blog. I have met so many wonderful people - both in real life and online. I have had some of the best concert-experiences of my life (Pavement (in Berlin) & Sacre du Printemps). I started working freelance for Soundvenue. I started and launched vlog-project with my friend Denise - Gentlemen Prefer Operasingers. I moved back to Copenhagen! I got a cool internship. I laughed a lot. I was kissed a few times. I had a major realisation about myself and acted upon it. I was happy-drunk many good times. My bands record was completed (will be released May next year!). I travelled more than I ever have: 2 times Berlin, 3 times Vienne+Austria. I got better at accepting and being grateful for compliments instead of just dismissing them. I saw my friends more than when I lived in Aarhus - and oh, did I miss them! And I felt like they missed me - and that is such an honor and blessing.

I hope 2011 will be good to all of us!
Have a great new year.

Lots of love,
Ida

Great Spirit

One of my friends have just returned home from India.
He gave me 50 Rupees. He had different rupee bills, and I've been told that you can't take them out of India - but they're not upholding that rule thoroughly, it would seem. All of them have Mahatma (=great spirit) Gandhi on them. I can't imagine a greater person.
"When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it - always."
- Gandhi. 

Puts ones own, silly life in perspective... but most importantly a man like him gives you strength.

One of my favorite movies is Richard Attenboroughs 'Gandhi'. Ben Kingsley as Gandhi is one of the greatest portrayals in movie history.

If you haven't seen it, I recommend that you do. Now! Go go! 

Love,
Ida

Quiet day

From one extreme to another.
Yesterday was fantastic. Today I've been sick.

Everything's a bit blurry - like a Gerhard Richter painting.

That's how it goes. 

Love,
Ida