
torsdag, december 28, 2006
tirsdag, december 26, 2006
Julen er for mig
så ganske særlig som en onsdag
så ganske særlig som en onsdag
tirsdag, december 19, 2006
Singlen
Nosferatu Festival
Løbeseddel fra Replik Muzick (Danmarks næstbedste pladeselskab)
Hermed afsluttes juleføljetonen om Sort-Hvide Landskaber - Mere følger på substans.info en gang i det nye år.



mandag, december 18, 2006

"I februar 1983 spiller Sort-Hvide Landskaber til den 2. Nosferatu-festival i det københavnske Saltlageret. The Birthday Party med en tændt og meget påvirket Nick Cave i front smadrende mindst 2 mikrofoner spiller ligeledes, og dagen efter roser Poul Borum i Ekstra Bladet netop The Birthday Party og Sort-Hvide Landskaber for at skabe festivallens eneste gode koncerter. Han kalder sågar optrædenderne ”kunst”, selvom han også om Sort-Hvide Landskaber skriver, at ”de ikke synger godt nok endnu”. Nick Cave var i øvrigt ikke den eneste påvirkede under Nosferatu-festivallen. Peter vågnede op dagen efter med hele underarmen fuld af hudafskrabninger og kom i tanke om, at han i fuldskab var faldet ud af backstagelokalets vindue (....). Undertegnede var også ret beruset, og jeg blev indtil flere gange i forbindelse med ladning af mit vand udenfor Saltlageret forment adgang tilbage til Saltlageret (havde jeg intet backstage-kort eller stempel?), men jeg snød mig så også indtil flere gange tilbage ind i Saltlageret. Herinde bød jeg bl.a Poul Borum på Mars-bar - denne afslog."
søndag, december 17, 2006

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Jeg er stor i Spanien
tirsdag, december 05, 2006
Der sker næppe mere i år, så...
Årets plade: Midlake - The Trials of Van Occupanther
Årets øl: Kaffeporter (Ølfabrikken)
Årets film: Volver (Almodovar)
Årets smukkeste kvinde: Jenny Lewis
Årets plade: Midlake - The Trials of Van Occupanther




mandag, december 04, 2006

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."
And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.
An' he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
For you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long down,
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell follwed with him.
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