Just a quick song I recorded today, there’s like no drums because I don’t have a drum kit or a MIDI keyboard but ye
i only have a few followers but all of you should totally listen to this, because my dear friend adam made it and it’s da fucking bomb
adam.. it’s still near impossible to reblog from your blog
I remember the day me and Jake wrote Holly’s House. It was not long after we had actually been to the party that we wrote the song about.
We were both to tired to do anything that day. Usually all our songs were made by one of us saying “Play something cool” and then we did. This time I was lying on the floor with his guitar in my arms and we decided that after a long day of doing fuck all we had to get something done, so we decided to write a new song. So I played a random chord and said “This is going to be the first chord! You play the next one.” He did, and then I played the third one and that way we’d come up with the simplest, most annyoing, catchiest and shittiest riff I’ve ever come across. In other words, excactly what you want when your playing in a fucked up teenage duo.
When we wrote the actual song, we just wrote one line each that we wanted and passed the sheet on to eachother. That method of writing was really effective and superfun, so we actually used the same method for Babies & Slaughter.
Anyhow, with lyrics such as “Chopping out ket on Tom Jones’ face! Cutting it in for a distorted haze”, we knew we were heading for another one of our classic masterpieces.
I swear I never missed home when I was in England, but now that I’m finally home I just miss England more and more.
And what sucks even more is that I don’t have anything more to say about it. I can keep on saying I miss England and it’ll be cool for a few months, but after then I don’t have anything more to say. I’ll just keep saying “fuck, i really miss my friends in England!” And everyone will be like “yeeah, tordar we know”
I swear I love you guys, more than most of the people i’ve ever gotten to know.
I really fucking hope you guys are cool with me spending all my money on cheap flights to bristol and that Jake’s parents are cool with me staying with them.
This just keeps getting more and more cringy, i know, but im on fucking camping with my family and i’m seriously not enjoying myself one bit.
For the rest of my followers, why do you keep following me when all i do here is posting bent messages about my friends?
My job is boring as shit, but in all fairness I get payed shitloads of money.
When I’m going to England in October I have to pay like 300 pounds for flights and concert tickets and that took me like 3,5 days to make.
And after I’m 18, I get payed a lot more too!
The continue of NO!
I don’t think I’ll ever stop making music, or stop writing songs. I will probably play with loads different people, but the band I had in Bristol will always mean something special to me. I’ve never felt such pride about anything the same way I felt when I heard mine and Jake’s own recordings.
When I got back I knew I had to do something, so me and my friend Thorbjørn (bjørn means bear btw, how cool is that) made a group together with the name
‘Vri Kniven (i år 2000)’ (in English: Twist The Knife (in year 2000))
This band was mainly made to make new songs and new creative shit together and to try singing hardcore punk in Norwegian.
Anyways, today I wrote this song, which is called ‘Lei av å si ja!’
I’ll translate it
‘Tired of saying yes!’
Today is the day we will rise
Rise up and scream ‘we’ve had enough’
With simple grabs and hard cores
We’ll stand up and walk away from this
We don’t need your shit, you can keep it
Get outta our way, we’ll fuck you up!
Tired of saying yes! x6
The title is a reference to NO! and both the structure and simple lyrics was something me and Jake did when we made Ms. Choo. High intensity and fast as fuck.
Once upon a time a scary foreigner met another foreigner and they formed a bandNO! September 2012- present day (ongoing)
I get payed by the hour and there’s no one else here, so I really don’t see how they expect me to do anything really. Anyways, I thought I’d write a bit about the social differences in England and Norway.
After being back in Norway for about 10 days I’ve come to notice a few things. People get really excited when they get to see you after a long while, but it takes about 6 minutes and then no one really cares anymore. That is of course not with the people I consider my closer ones. Like, I have two people I see as my best friends over here and we’ve seen eachother every day since I got back. I even made a new band since I got back with one of them (obviously not as good as no! jake you’re missing by my side when i play).
Anyways, the closest group of friends I have over here are punks. They were very sceptical when I came home with a newfound love for Joy Division and Arctic Monkeys.
These guys are great company. We all hang out almost every day and we listen to and make music all the time. However, compared to the people I met in England, these guys are no more than good company. I wouldn’t ask my friends over here for any emotional guidance and you can never show weakness.
The friends I had in England were, for me, some of the best friends I’ve ever had. The reason is not only because we all got along great, but because they were so open about themselves. I got to make a connection, based on something deeper than only musical taste and alcohol.
They were all so open about their own interests, fears and personal stuff. You could see them more as individuals, instead of just a group with common interests.
It seems like people tend to forget that if you’re a punk, there is certain ‘rules’ to follow, just like if you’d be a chav. You know how chavs have to do drugs, have an anti-education attitude, even if they might actually want to do well at school, they can’t because of the social situation they’re in. If you’re a punk you have to like the same type of music as every other punk, you need to wear tight black jeans and have atleast 7 pairs of converse and 2 pairs of docmartens.
In England, my friends really couldn’t be categorized because they had all their individual interests.
That’s one of the reasons I loved my group of friends so much. You know when people say things like “always be yourself, everyone’s taken”? That’s so gay, right? Especially because the people who usually say stuff like that can easily be categorized. But without trying too hard, my friends were always true to who they really were!
I’m not saying I don’t like my friends here, cus I do, but the guys from Bristol were something else.
I will always see them as some of the best friends I’ve ever had.
Love you guys.
For the most part I’ve tried to avoid using the term exchange student too much, because after my experience most of them are so far up their own asshole they can’t even see straight. I’ve just been seeing myself as a normal english bloke the last year. However, this time I will actually use the term exchange student, because it’s just more suitable.
I’ve always wanted to be an exchange student, because I wanted to leave my country for a year, meet new people and see a new place. I really couldn’t been happier about the place I’ve been the last 10 months.
The people I’ve met have been so important to me and I’m so grateful to have met them all.
…Motherfucker, this is turning out really fucking stock.
It’s really fucking hard to express how shit it is to leave all of you.
Of course, most exchange students meet people who make their time abroad easier and more bearable, but for me it’s been quite different.
The group I got to meet is something else.
Never have I been more thoroughly included in a group of friends to this extent. With a group of friends so defined I really couldn’t see myself being so much included as I have been.
For most exchange students it’s pretty normal to find a lot they can hang out with and not sit home every friday night for a year. But for me it was a bit more than that. I got really close to my friends. Like, really close.
I think I got started to get really close right about November and since then we’ve all been inseparable. I really feel like I’ve been a part of your group of friends which have been really cool, because you’re all really great and let’s face it, I could’ve been stuck with Mitch and Stinger still…
Never in my life have I met a group of people that takes better care of their friends than you guys. You are an absolute pleasure to be around and I’m so eternally grateful that I got to spend this year with such a lovely group of people.
My days after coming back have been super busy, so I’m super happy for that. It makes it easier to deal with the fact that I just left some of the best friends I’ve ever had and an amazing girl.
There is no doubt, I will come to see you again. Someone asked me earlier today if I’d ever go back to Bristol and I told them that it would just be stupid not to. I left too many great people and you will be hearing more from me. I promise.
I was talking to my parents in the car home from the airport and they said that we have more than enough space for the whole lot and they’d be happy to drive to the airport to pick you up and send you off.
This really seems like a kind of ‘last goodbye’, or ‘a eulogy of our friendship’ and it really isn’t. It’s more a message of gratitude to an amazing group of people, for making my time abroad even more amazing.
We have so many great memories together it’s insane, like when we went to Holly’s party, all of Jack’s gatherings, fucking up my hair at Ellen’s, staying up all night at Caitlin’s (that one might be my fault) etc.
There are so many I can go on for ages, but I still feel like the memories I appreciate the most is the times when we didn’t do anything. Just sat around, skating, doing whatever. I think that’s how I know we all fitted together so perfectly, because we didn’t need to do anything, we could just appreciate being in each others company, I know that’s what I did.
(this is a picture of me and jake)
I’m not sure how much I’ll tweet from now on if you’d want to keep track of what I’m doing and stuff, but I might just start using this blog more personally, because you guys would be the only people I’d tweet for. I don’t know, we’ll see what happens I guess…
Sorry this came so late, I saw your what you guys posted and it was a lot of feels and I felt that I couldn’t just brush this off as a quick one.
I love you
(me looking metaphorically into the future (and seeing you guys))
a text post is coming, it just takes time