The Airportline: Observations

The rain stopped last night. We took our bikes and rode the wet streets like cowboys ride the desert, with posture and a clear aim. There was a party and the fridge was full of beer. My friend is leaving the place and the country. So we talked about things, and we painted and drew on the walls. I wrote something about dancing. People asked why I used so many full stops. I like full stops I said, it forced people to stop and think. Often. We listened to Finnish hard rock, to The Drums, to Girls, to minimalist techno. It was a mixture of people and music but the beer kept flowing in a constant order. Suddenly we were on the street, the gloomy sky and random taxi cars passing us by did not tell us what time it was. I checked and my phone said four. I said I should go. So I went and today was a waste. You take one night and loose one day. That is the logic of life.

Today I listen exclusively to Miike Snow and their songs Funeral and In Search Of. Just look down.

The distance between me and my blog. It is not because I am out in the sunshine, it is not because I am in a jungle and lack an internet connection. The boring answer is that I have been working, all through the week, and the weekend. And I hear that I am boring, that I should be out, among the commotion and the people. And friends are drinking like Vikings in Sweden, or dancing and getting drunk in the east and I didn't move at all during the whole weekend. So while I continue with my activities which kills creative minds, you can go and listen to new Moshi Moshi band, über trendy (and quite nice) NYC-band The Drums, or you can watch this great video of Italian master film maker Roberto Benigini vinning an Oscar and becoming exactly as happy and confused and and the same time well spoken as can be. Or why not listen to the wonderful Swedish band Isolation Years and the title track to their album Cover The Distance. If you also feel distant.