Category Archives: The Sounds

Lover of Mine

Last spring, I was introduced to the sweet, lovely dream pop sounds of Beach House at the cool, hip coffee shop called Fuckoffee at Shoreditch, East London. The sweet, emotional songs ‘Lazuli’ and ‘Other People’…  the beginning of a happy … Continue reading

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Grains in Summer Time

    Standing still in the middle of a golden wheat field near my house, with my arms open, spread out to the side, feeling the wind around me, feeling the grain brushing against my arms and hands. I remember. … Continue reading

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Rayn & and the Juice

A few years back when I moved to Oslo’s finest Victorian and ‘Jugendstil’ neighbourhood Frogner, yes, where all the hipster bartenders and fit Swedes live, I soon was a popular daily guest at the new cafe concept here called Joe … Continue reading

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You either got it or you don’t ;-)

That’s right… like I love to say. You have the inside aura, or you don’t. Real charisma, real fascination, real feeling… What is it all about? You have to get inside yourself, break down the wall and get down to the … Continue reading

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Surfer soul…

A little video I made to my poem ‘Stepping into Liquid’

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