Status: Single
City: Senja
Country: NO
Signup Date: 2/14/2007
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
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Det nærmer seg midtvintersblot, og som alle andre stresser jeg litt med
å finne gaver som er små nok men samtidig betyr mye. Da er det morsomt
at det kom tre gaver rekende på ei fjøl i ettermiddag, og jeg er ikke
helt sikker på hvem de er fra, eller hvem de er til.
1: Salmer fra sjurkenet I
fjor spilte jeg og Sjur fra Little Hands of Asphalt inn en versjon av
Trygve Hoffs nydelige Nordnorsk Julesalme som bidrag til Alternativ
Julekalender (som forresten er helt absurd bra i år, uten meg). I år
gis den ut som en skikkelig singel, og med eksklusivt håndtegnet cover av Terese Blåklokke, til inntekt for Trygve Hoffs
Minnefond som jobber for at mennesker skal gro og trives gjennom
kultur. Se her da vel: http://itunes.apple.com/no/album/nordnorsk-julesalme/id346775231?i=346775240, og hjelp meg med å spre ordet! Jula er jo tross alt nesten over allerede.
2: Mens vi venter... Albumet
(hurraa) ble ferdig mastret i går, og i dag får jeg lov til å snike ut
albumversjonen av Rubbles, åpningssporet på plata, sånn som den kommer
til å høres ut på ordentlig. Den ligger på Myspace
(www.myspace.com/moddimusikk) for enhver som vil høre - og det kommer mer
etter hvert (for eksempel splittvideoen vi lagde med Kråkesølv forrige
uke - gled deg!).
3: ...og når jula er over spiller jeg,
Einar og Therese gratistrippelnyttårskonsert på Månefisken i Oslo 1.
januar, med stryk, perk og seksstemt sang. Noen og hundre mennesker har
allerede meldt sin ankomst på http://www.facebook.com/#/event.php?eid=190782751399&index=1,
men vi har alltids plass til flere. Velkommen skal du være til det som
jeg er sikker på at blir en besukret start på det nye året.
Og til slutt: Et beskjedent julegavetips Floriography går faktisk allerede an å forhåndsbestille på Platekompaniet: (http://www.platekompaniet.no/Musikk.aspx/Artist/Moddi/?id=00074725).
Over og ut fra bunnen av en pakkehaug, Pål
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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If I told you my album was ready, would you believe me? Well, you shouldn't, because it isn't actually completely finished yet, but we're working on it every day, and soon it will be for everyone to listen to. It will be released in Norway the 8th of February next year (a date I have had in mind for more than a year now) on Impeller Recordings, a sub label of Propeller, which I've always been a huge fan of (Hanne Hukkelberg's music is the reason why). Impeller is a completely new label, with artists such as Kobert (jazz), Far From Tellus (folk) and Cuckoo (electropop), all to be released pretty soon.
I'm happy, relieved, inspired and still pushing it. February the 8th will be a great day, and I'm looking forward to start sharing for real.
with all the fair chocolate in the world Pål
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
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Dear world, I am home again. After 11 days of work both day and night through, we finished the last vocal takes just a couple of hours before my plane left Iceland. Paul, Mio, Valgeir, Björn and I stayed up in the middle of the night, and just when I was about to faint from dehydration, I realised we were soon finished - an album was in sight. A few hours later, I left Reykjavik with all my instruments, a new-bought Icelandic woollen sweater, my last rations of skyr (that strange, Icelandic yoghurt) and a naked, white CDR in my accordion bag. I felt as tired as I had never felt before, but for a reason. I didn't cry.
The days in Reykjavik have been tough, because you don't really get much time to think when you are to make an album in only ten days. I almost forgot eating, so the last couple of days, Mira ran in a kitchen-studio shuttle to keep me with energy at all times. It really did the trick, and I feel like we accomplished almost as much in the last four days as in the first seven. We provably did accomplish something - the CDR is the proof.
I'll let my head rest for a few days now, as with the CDR. Christine went straight to Paris, Jørgen on a tour all over Europe with My Little Pony, while I and Katrine went straight home for a small concert in Oslo. Next week, I'm doing a children's play in Finnmark - there is a lot of things to happen, and all of them are as exciting. Still, I somehow feel that these days in Iceland will somehow prove to have a greater outcome than a few diary blogs and a woollen sweater. Can you feel it?
We left some footprints during our stay. At Lydverket you can see all the four video diaries that Jørgen and Mira made with Jørgen's compact camera. In not too long, I'll make a real photo album from our trip. In the meantime, you can have a peep in the small photo album I've uploaded here. All the photos are Mira's.
That was all for now. Takk, Island.
Pål





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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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My greatest fear for the album recording process has always been the thought of not being able to finish the album at all - ten days is after all not an eternity, and at least not when you have drowned yourself in thoughts a little too big for your head. We've been struggeling a lot with how to approach each and every song. Some have been done in layers, instrument for instrument and with a lot of arrangements and afterthought. Others have been recorded as plain live sessions, sitting in a circle with candlelight in the middle of us. Whatever approach you choose, it always gives you a real kick to hear the words "this was the take", and you know for sure you've found the right way to do things, and from there it is just a matter of getting things done. 12 times in these last 7 days have those blessed words filled the room with an aftertaste of excitement and proudness, one for each song that has had its take. Now, with 3 days left in Iceland, I can't really do anything but try to breath inbetween all the adjustments, addings, removings, replacements, fixing and mixing. Today, we've been working for 13 hours at a stretch, though mildly interrupted by Sigga Sunna's and Björn's marvellous meals that somehow always seem to appear at the right time. Ofelia and her cello have both left us, Jørgen and his drums have done their job and are heading straight on for a tour with My Little Pony all over Europe, starting tomorrow. Christine and Katrine have done their part, adding cello and violin, and Einar's piano is all over the record. Now it is mostly down to me to try and stitch it all together, tie the songs to each other and make it sound like an album. I'm in the best possible place for making that happen. Yesterday, we had a day off from studio, so we held a small concert in Reykjavik instead, just to keep ourselves warm. A lot of people showed up, and even tough half of them were Norwegians, it was great to be standing on a stage again. I know that's where I belong, but studio these days doesn't seem to bad, either. Three days left now. Better get some sleep. Good night, and see you around! Pål Photos: Mira Wold.
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Friday, September 11, 2009
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De siste fem dagene har jeg blitt introdusert for et knippe nye ord som kan være greie å ha i bakhodet når man skal spille inn et album. Etter å ha gjort samme sangen om og om igjen, på jakt etter det perfekte opptaket og de gylne øyeblikkene, blir man skummelt bevisst på alt man gjør, fra toner til pusting til sittestilling, og begynner å tenke mer på hva man gjøre enn hvordan det høres ut. Det kalles overthinking - overtenking - og kan være bortimot dødelig på småstressede produksjoner som denne.
I tillegg er jeg veldig vant med at man som vokalist kan stå på en scene og virkelig bare gi jernet når man vil, og håpe på at det blir fint. I studio er det ikke helt sånn, ettersom selv den minste ulyd i synginga vil få opptaket til å høres helt hårreisende intenst ut. Det kalles overdoing - i alle fall er det det Valgeir kaller det, og prøver flittig å roe meg ned når jeg gir for mye av det gode. Det føles kjemperart, men høres fint ut til slutt. Han vet nok hva han snakker om, selv om han snakker engelsk.
Ting nærmer seg en form, og vi har skisser for nesten alle låtene, mens noen til og med er ferdige. Det er mye å lære og mye å skjønne, men vi lærer og skjønner etter hvert som dagene går. Og jeg har fått tre postkort hjemmefra, fra folk som ønsker oss lykke til. Det gjør godt.
Pål
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Wednesday, September 09, 2009
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Things have been rolling in the Greenhouse for three days now, just enough time to see and hear the contours of the album that we are about to make. Valgeir has told me that the solo artists he has worked with before usually panic at the first day, drowned in their own unpreparedness and uncertainty about their own songs and skills. My panic waited until day three, and when it came, it was accompanied by a broken microphone, a computer breakdown and a set of crappy guitar strings having to be replaced. No songs were actuallu recorded today. You always get to that point, I suppose, and you always find a way out of it, too. I'll do too, I promise.
In the midst of all the excitement, nerves and challenges, I'm starting to realise how many beautiful people I am surronded by during these precious days. Valgeir is a calm and friendly man, mainly in front of the mixer making jokes about Norwegians. Mio is running around, always fixing and adjusting things if they aren't perfect. Downstairs, Paul and Björn are constantly making coffee for us sleepy musicians, while Siggasunna makes us the best food I've ever tasted (she makes special dishes for the poor vegetarians as well - thanks Sigga!). And Mira makes sure everything we do is documented on her camera. Not to mention my dear musicians, who seem to keep their calm no matter how stressed I get. If I am steering a ship, then it's a good and steady one.
Night is coming in over Reykjavik now. Tomorrow will hopefully be a productive day, and if not, then it will at least be in good company.
Pål
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Monday, September 07, 2009
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...og vi er i gang! I løpet av vår første dag i studio har vi faktisk ikke tatt opp et eneste sekund med lyd, men til gjengjeld hatt noe sånt som fire lønsjer. Det trengs, for med en god porsjon ærefrykt og to spiseskjeer overdreven respekt for folket vi arbeider sammen med, trenger man både ett og to måltider for å innse at selv menneskene på Greenhouse er, ja, nettopp mennesker, de også. Heldigvis fikk vi spilt litt innimellom lønsjene også - det er tross alt det vi er her for, tror jeg.
Det er rart å finne seg selv revet bort fra scenen, med et par øretelefoner over hodet i et knusktørt og klaustrofobisk rom, men fremdeles med forventninger om at man skal synge som om man stod foran tusener. Med resten av bandet sittende i sine små, isolerte avlukker spredt utover hele huset blir det vanskelig å skulle gjøre nøyaktig det samme som man gjør sittende i en ring på øvingslokalet, med øyekontakt og tekopper mellom seg. Valgeir merket at det var uvant, og kommenterte etter en litt mer enn gjennomsnittlig skranglete sang at "practise makes good". Ingen kortsiktige håp om perfect, med andre ord, men sa noen egentlig at perfeksjon var målet?
Akkurat nå sitter gjengen og prøver å sette sammen en videoblogg til Lydverket. Etter at videokamera nummer én nektet å dele filmene sine med datamaskinen min, har vi filmet som gale med kompaktkamera i dag. Litt hjemmelaga kvalitet blir det, med andre ord, og det er mest bare bilder av oss som stemmer instrumentene. Å stemme instrumentene er imidlertid en ganske god start. I morgen tør vi kanskje skru på opptakeren.
Pål
Foto: Mira Wold.
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Friday, September 04, 2009
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No culture shock, then. Reykjavik and Iceland is mostly like home, just a little colder, with darker stone and with more postcards than places they advertise for. I've tried as good as I can mixing with the natives, who all seem to wear the same sweater, like an Indian tribe. Trouble is when all the tourists wear just the same sweater, so my first friend has been a Polac, who only spoke German anyway. Just like home.
I met Valgeir, who was a lot smaller and more, well, trivial that I would've thought. I even made him laugh. That calmed me down a bit, even though I was so excited I had to say no thanks to the coffee he offered me - caffeine there and then would have made me explode, I'm certain.
I'm staying in the basement in the house of a painter, in Teiknistofan - The Drawing room. The water smells of rotten sea bed, but I'm told that is the way Iceland smells. And there is unlimited hot water in the shower. I know, because I tried emptying the tank this morning, but it beat me. I could have lived in that shower, but now it it more like it's living in me.
The rest of the band arrives tomorrow, and then there's one day left before we start recording. I haven't tuned my guitar yet, because it's at my back, experiencing Reykjavik just as much as I do. He tells me he likes it cold and dry. I can't do anything but agree.
Pál
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Wednesday, September 02, 2009
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Dear you,
Right now, it's less than twenty hours until I'm standing on Icelandic earth, with no way back from making the album I have been waiting on for so long. There hasn't really been any way back for the last six months, and as I was packing my things for the big trip, I started being nostalgic. I realised the feeling I have today, is excactly the same as the feeling I had before making the demo tapes which you have probably heard at my Myspace profile. That's more than three years since now, and things have changed quite a bit since then, but I still get the feeling that what I'm about to do is no different from what we did then. Those tapes were made in Jo's bedroom when he was 16 years old (I was 19), and with no intention of using it for anything. Today, those six or seven days seem like the most important days of my life so far. Perhaps except from the coming fourteen.
I've been writing a lot the last few weeks - not songs, but letters and messages and e-mails, trying to structure all the thoughts running through a head that is curly in nearly every possible sense. I'm not completely sure if I have a bad flu or if I'm just using my whole body as a brain these days, but the coughing is on a retreat. My eyes are somewhat functioning again, too, so I'm close to what you'd call working. I guess I've driven the virus away with what I own the most right now: excitement. Just trying to imagine that in not too long, I'll be able to hold a real album in my hand, makes my tummy turn upside down. Which is why I shouldn't write too much more about it now: tummy is also needed to function, I suppose.
I'll be trying to write some while we are on Iceland, send you some pictures and so on. Mira has also borrowed a video camera, and there might pop up a video or two at the blog of NRK Lydverket (nrk.no/lydverket) at some point. And I'll do my best to get you a photo of Gullfoss, I promise.
I'm almost flying from all the butterflies summoning inside me now. If I'm lucky, the flight will take me to Reykjavik, to sing you butterflies and warm ginger tea for the next two weeks. It's Wednesday today; on Monday we start recording. Wish me good luck!
Pål
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Sunday, July 05, 2009
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Ahoy everyone! Early in May, we did a concert at Parkteatret in Oslo, which both felt and sounded a little bit warmer and better than usual. Sound magician Daniel recorded the whole concert and made a small sample CD with six of the songs from that night on it. If you want me to send you a copy, you're more than welcome to send me a message with name and postal address, and I'll send it to you as soon as I can find stamps and envelopes. If you want one for a friend or two as well, just give me a note. I won't even charge you for the stamps.
By the way: does anyone know where Winnie-the-Pooh lives? Me and Einar are going to England tomorrow and have no idea about where to go, but I figured that paying a visit to my favourite bear would be a nice thing to do.
All good, Pål
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