Nils Olav - Splutter for the gutter: 2008

Monday 8 December 2008

GIG

Sunday 7th December
Kro 2
Manchester
9pm

Oh... that was yesterday.

I'll give more warning next time.

Sunday 30 November 2008

Saturday 29 November 2008

Thursday 6 November 2008

Tuesday 4 November 2008

//now_listen

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1568920

Gott'Ge'MeoneO'These

http://squeezyboy.blogs.com/squeezytunes/2007/02/mustel_celesta.html

Saturday 1 November 2008

It was magnificent and ticked away
Its mechanisms smooth and never failing to rotate
First light
to eventide
Each part as vital as the part before
The cogs in partnership
No first or last in quality
Each vital to the cause

The little cogs are driving the big ones around

Under the canopy they slipped away
The herds of wildebeast lifting their mighty heads in fear
For no one knows the law
But from the smallest structure of them all
The very word that keeps the whole machine from falling down
Each part the very core

The little cogs are turning the big ones around

Thursday 30 October 2008

_foreign_slippers

hello.

lovely to type at you.

I
would
like
to encourage you to invest in Foreign Slippers ep 'O Death'.

you can buy it here... rough trade - foreign slippers

Gabi is responsible for singing the lovely backing vocals on my forthcoming recording. she has a beautiful voice. she is Swedish too. but you can't buy her CD at Ikea.

Wednesday 29 October 2008

studioview-3-e_(hushhushmyfairchild)

Wednesday 22 October 2008

studioview-3-d

Teddy's Nook

Henry Pease, Saltburn's founder and visionary
owned a house in the town he built
owned a house in the town he built
Sandstone walls, sheepskin rugs over tiled floors
nothing out of the ordinary
nothing out of the ordinary

Flirtations with royal fame
would give it its lasting name
the scandal! the scandal!

Snaking up dirt tracks of old Saltburn town
Teddy's Nook shelters the crook and the crown
Mysteries and myths!
Mysteries and myths stalk the hallways
Prying eyes looking for stories to bleat
Peer through the letterbox, crouched on their knees
Mysteries and myths!
Mysteries and myths stalk the hallways

German spies, thieving lawyers and roaring lions
all inhabited Henry's place
all inhabited Henry's place
Future king entertained by his summer fling
taken in by those violet eyes
taken in by her violet eyes

The flashbulbs are at the door,
but Teddy ain't here no more
the romance is over

Snaking up dirt tracks of old Saltburn town
Teddy's Nook shelters the crook and the crown
Mysteries and myths!
Mysteries and myths stalk the hallways
Prying eyes looking for stories to bleat
Peer through the letterbox, crouched on their knees
Mysteries and myths!
Mysteries and myths stalk the hallways

In the walls, under floors
Wherever you look there's a sign of what's gone before
Up the stairs, in the bedrooms and halls

Tuesday 21 October 2008

N i L s o L a V_.1

N i L s o L a V_.2

N i L s o L a V_.3

Monday 20 October 2008

studioview-3-c

studioview-3-b

THE GREAT DIVORCE/Go, Go, Go!

buy, borrow, beg or steal* this book NOW. Go, go, go! Run!
don't forget to read it too.

http://www.abebooks.co.uk/servlet/SearchResults?an=cs+lewis&bt.x=0&bt.y=0&sortby=3&sts=t&tn=the+great+divorce

*metaphorically - actually, just as a side-note... is it possible to steal from online shops? Thought for the day there. Yours to ponder.

Wednesday 15 October 2008

Monkfish out of water

moment_of_clarity#3

walking through woodland in golden light

Eeeesh

Thomas: (expressively, with authority and epic grandeur) "The problem with people is not that they die. It is that they never live".
James: (thoughtful pause) "Who said that?"
Thomas: (matter-of-factly) "Me, I just thought of it. You know that I'm a genius. I don't do inspiration, I am inspiration"
James: (staccato) "GET A JOB".
Thomas: (patronisingly - think primary school teacher 'assembly voice') "Unlike you my friend, 1. I have a job, 2. I earn enough to pay tax to my beloved government, 3. I have a fully working, P.A.T. tested alarm clock, 4. ..."
James: (interrupting, in the voice of a 6 year old girl) "You're a bore"
Thomas: (spitting) "...what?"
James: (faux naively) "You're a bore, it rhymes you see - with four. I thought you were a genius?"
Thomas: (baitingly) "Good poets don't compromise themselves with the simplicity of rhyme my illegitimate brother"
James: (with a hint of 'arrogant cultural snobbery') "What about Bob Dylan?"
Thomas: (muttering; spoken out of the side of the mouth) "He's not a poet. he's a simpleton"
James: (think 'emotional breakdown Oscar attempt') "...I thought I knew you? ....I called you my friend"
Thomas: (teasing the prey) "Never trust a man who changes his name".
James: (spluttering) "I let you in to my home..."
Thomas: (gadget-geek voice) "Not technically your home is it?"
James: (using the universally recognised, "I'm not angry, just disappointed" voice) "I fed you, I made you fresh coffee..."
Thomas: (Unsympathetic) "Ssshhh-up. Anyway, Bob Dylan looks like my Gran"
James: (suddenly moving out of character) "I thought your Gran was dead?"
Thomas: (victoriously) "Precisely".

Thursday 9 October 2008

_velocitatem

Why didn't they teach us to grow vegetables at school?

I am going to join the panic-blind countrywide consensus that the world is collapsing (in a financial sense I hasten to add). Actually that is a petite fib. I have deeper concerns:

1) see above title
2) why do we throw everything away? I'm thinking from an aesthetic point of view more than anything. Join my imagination for a mile// Everyone is given beautiful glass jars and wonderful containers. We go to the local shop and fill up our jars with artichokes or pickled beetroot or sesame seeds or arborio rice etc. and then when we've enjoyed our fine food woooosh refill time!
3) think for a moment of the negative influence and lasting devastation that certain people you grew up with have had on you (apply friend/family member/school bully here). I'm not going all Kurt Cobain on you here, I merely highlight the alien elements of our personalities that we unconsciously wear. Of all the things I've lost I mourn my innocence the most. I challenge myself to wear white socks with jeans for a week. I challenge you to be gentle, genuine and authentic.

Amen.

Friday 3 October 2008

own a piece of history

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Behold! Andrew Patrick's very first electric guitar! This guitar has been in his hands!! Household hit 'Hallelu' was written on this guitar!!! You could own this part of history!!!! A genuine NILS OLAV icon!!!!!