wilson <3

"the best thing that you can do is take whatever comes to you."


words of truth a week like this. let's continue living with the flow.
the flow is pretty awesome, by the way, once you find it.
i lost it for a while but it's back. back to stay.


the warmest of beds, the softest of sheets.
the highest of highs, flows, existences,
loves, hopes, experiences.

a.

tingle

Univocal Music has got an intern this week. That's awesome because it means I get work done too. Recording, PR, Photoshopping and much more. Very good indeed. The intern happens to be good at what she does, and an amazing singer too. This is a good week.

But again I'm facing a lot of big questions. I'm re-questioning everything once more. What is life, love and all the things, light and dark, that occur during the experience of both? A tingle in any part of the body as the bed grows warmer with company? An answer to a question never uttered? A statement made during one of those countless MSN-conversations? A smile?

Maybe the tingle speaks the loudest. Now I want to finish what was started, so I can miss it tomorrow. Re-experience it in my mind. Re-question nothing as answers settle calmly in between my sheets.

Tingle me, tingle you, tingle us together.
//a.

VW = LOVE

I had the two most amazing photoshoots ever with Anna Phoenix and Porcelain the other day. A nice man let us use his Volkswagen cars for the shots I wanted. Much love in those old cars. And in the pictures. Can you see that?

two moms are better than one

i officially have two moms now.
thank you universe for great progress
in the political department.

mom Leena and mom-mom:

<3

Opus Symbiosis

One day the other week I found an old collection of poems. I was shocked at how much I actually had forgot about my life and my thoughts five years ago. There was so much nostalgia just reading the poems, then seeing Opus Symbiosis live at Doo-Bop Club in Vasa on Friday was the ultimate flashback for me. Lots of those poems told the story of my days with the band, hanging out in their rehearsal space, hanging out with them anywhere, writing and performing the hit song "alex rocks"... Being their first and true fan.

They still rock in general, and they still rock my world. There's something in the knowledge that I supported V in his lyricwriting, that I've been singing along to those songs all these years, that I've seen them grow the way I have - as people and as a band.

Opus still has a piece of my heart <3

Say goodbye to Hugo leaving

I got terrible news today. I never knew him well, but we share a friend so deep in sorrow now I fear for both their lives. I am shaking just like he stuttered, and I am freezing as this night meets me upon the shoulder of goodbyes. All I can do is live, but what is life if not means to be there for each other? Those means, those possibilities, those tools, mean less and less to me tonight.

And I listen to Epitaph by King Crimson. And then I turn to Leonard Cohen. To speak my truth, honestly, just like he knows me. And that truth goes out to all of you:

Suddenly the night has grown colder.
The God of love preparing to depart.
Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,
They slip between the sentries of the heart.

Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure,
They gain the light, they formlessly entwine;
And radiant beyond your widest measure
They fall among the voices and the wine.

It's not a trick, your senses all deceiving,
A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for this to happen,
Go firmly to the window. Drink it in.
Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing.
Your firm commitments tangible again.

And you who had the honor of her evening,
And by the honor had your own restored
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving;
Alexandra leaving with her lord.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for the occasion;
In full command of every plan you wrecked
Do not choose a cowards explanation
That hides behind the cause and the effect.

And you who were bewildered by a meaning;
Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.