Portraits of Knut

knut02Knut Neerland is a Norwegian photographer and musician. I probably took these photos around 2001-2003.

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Here’s a tune that Knut has contributed to. Knut plays an electric organ in this song. I play guitar, bass and sing. Sjur also plays guitar and sings, while Sjur’s friend plays the drums (I thought it was Ole when I published the video, but later remembered that it wasn’t him. I can’t remember the drummer’s name…)

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Portrait of a Musician

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Knut Neerland is a Norwegian photographer and musician. I took this photo probably around 2001-2003.

I guess this photo could have been the cover art for an album. The guy playing guitar on the photo is Knut.
Knut and I met through mutual friends and he’s a guest musician on several of my ‘recordings’.

If you’re interested in listening, here’s a tune we recorded many years ago. This recording is from an early rehearsal of the song. The lyrics are based on a short story by Franz Kafka and the video has nothing to do with the song at all. It was just something I added so there’s something to watch while the song is playing.

You can find more music here: https://cardinalguzman.wordpress.com/music/

After the Afterparty

This is an old photo, shot with film and a point & shoot camera. The title of the photo really explains everything that’s happening in the scene. Since the theme of WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge this week is Nighttime.

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I also decided to add a song which is self-made (D.I.Y.) and I would appreciate it if you take the time to listen to it (at least give it a chance. Listen to the first 15 seconds, then if you don’t like it: turn it off).
The lyrics are included. Both the English translation and the Norwegian original. Positive and negative feedback is appreciated on the photo and/or the song!

Knuste Hjerter – Broken Hearts, English Translation:

The tinkling sound, from underneath my feet, 
didn’t come from the gravel, it came from the broken hearts.
The tinkling sound, from underneath my feet,
didn’t come from the gravel, it came from the broken hearts.

Broken hearts, scattered around,
floating like litter in the streets
blew in the wind and swirled around
and laid down to rest along the walls

Broken hearts, sliced into me
like shards of glass in my foot soles
they cut me so I bled, yes they got me bleeding
and predators followed my trail of blood, as I was staggering along the street
staggering along the street, under the cover of darkness
on a river of tears, on my way to your bed.

Broken hearts, scattered around,
floating like litter in the streets
blew in the wind and swirled around
and laid down to rest along the walls

Broken hearts, scattered around,
floating like litter in the streets
blew in the wind and swirled around
and laid down to rest along the walls
laid down to rest along the curbs, along the fences and houses.
Broken hearts, broken hearts.

 

Knuste Hjerter – Norwegian Lyrics:

Den singlende lyden, under mine føtter,
den kom ikke fra grus, den kom fra knuste hjerter.

Knuste hjerter, strødd rundt,
fløt som søppel i gatene
blåste i vinden og virvlet rundt
og la seg til ro langs veggene

Knuste hjerter, de skar seg inn
som glasskår i mine fotsåler
kuttet meg til blods, ja de kuttet meg til blods
slik at rovdyrene fulgte mine blodspor, ravende gatelangs
ravende gatelangs, i ly av mørket
på en elv av tårer på vei til din seng.

Knuste hjerter strødd rundt
fløt som søppel i gatene
Knuste hjerter virvlet rundt
og de la seg til ro langs veggene.»

Knuste hjerter strødd rundt
fløt som søppel i gatene
Knuste hjerter virvlet rundt
og de la seg til ro langs veggene.

La seg til ro langs fortauskanter, ved gjerder og ved hus
knuste hjerter, knuste hjerter.

A Rainy Night in Soho

It’s not often that I post music here in the blog. I realize that most of my readers probably aren’t into this kind of music at all, but here’s a country punk cover version of Shane MacGowan’s song «A Rainy night in Soho». The cover is done by Morte Cerebrale and it has a slow start with banjo, before the song picks up in tempo and aggression.

 

Ice Skating & Night Skating

Another reflection themed entry. The ice skating season has officially started – I opened it at Vannspeilet in Gamlebyen, Oslo on Sunday 02 December 2012. Also returned the following night to skate some more, but unfortunately it’s a bit dark. Here’s a bunch of photos and 2 videos from the 02 and 03 of December. Most of these are shot while skating, so they’re a bit clumsy.

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Abandoned – music and photo

Here’s another one of my songs. This one is called «Forlatt», which means abandoned / left behind. This song was recorded at a jam session with Knut & Even. I’ve added the lyrics in Norwegian with an English translation.

Norwegian lyrics – Forlatt:

solen har gått ned
fuglene har sluttet å synge
blomstene har visnet
og mannen i månen er død og begravet

det hele ble mørkt
den dagen du forsvant
det ble stille å være aleine
skyene kom og dekket til himmelen

som morgendugg ved soloppgang
forsvant du fra meg
og nattens beskyttende himmel
skjulte seg i lyset

og nattens beskyttende himmel
skjulte seg i lyset


English translation – Abandoned:

the sun has set
the birds are no longer singing
the flowers have wilted
and the man in the moon is dead and buried

it all became dark
the day you disappeared
it was quiet to be all alone
clouds came and covered the sky

like morning dew at sunrise
you vanished from me
and the protective sky of the night
went hiding in the light

and the protective sky of the night
went hiding in the light

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitary Fight

Grenoble, France: lion de Saint-Laurent, Fontaine au lion, by ; Victor Sappey

Grenoble, France: lion de Saint-Laurent, Fontaine au lion, by ; Victor Sappey

Fontaine au lion in Grenoble, near the bridge Saint-Laurent. The lion symbolizes the city, defeating the Isère river, represented by a snake. Sculpture by Victor Sappey, 1843. Sappey was inspired by the violent encounter of the two rivers, which was often punctuated by devastating floods. The fountain was carved directly into the stone.

At first I shot a version of this photo in the middle of the day, but the hard light ruined the atmosphere, so I decided to return in the night-time and shoot it again. To me it’s something solitary over this statue in the sense that you’ll have to fight your own fights in this life: no one can fight them for you.

Now that you’re here, please enjoy this clip with classical guitar. I composed the tune while my friend Sjur made the rhythm. We played this song in my mom’s funeral and it’s called “A Tune For Mom”.

Here’s another fountain sculpted by Vitor Sappeys: Chateau d’eau, Place Grenette, Grenoble.

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