Satan is a Friend

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Thoughts on “Earthquakes, Religion and Heartaches”

Inspired by the vibe of the times, the hordes of carriercoaches, businessplaners, economist and mainstream medias allconsuming screaming that selfdevelopment and moneymaking are the most importent things in life, we sat down with the ambition to make a future plan for our talent, carrier and for DreamJockey as a means to make money. – Sad but true. We need bread and butter like everybody else.

But we couldn’t do it! As so many times before, we had to realize that it is not in our hearts, our souls or in our minds to be strategic, markedoriented and businesslike. Or, for that matter,  to incorporate fashion, lifestyle and visual identity in our life and work. We are muscisians. We make music. We dream and breathe music. Music is what we do. Not fashion. Not archetypic, superficial lifestyleproducts meant to rip people off.

So instead we talked about music, life and love, and what we want to do with it. We talked about feelings, hope, freedom and creativity without boundaries. We talked about instinct and intuition, about instruments and sounds, landscapes and emotions. It was a beautifull summer day, the sun was shining and a mild salty wind was coming from the habour. We sat under a tree in the garden near our reharsal studio. We were happy.

“Earthquakes, Religion and Heartaches” is the product of this talk, this happiness and this ambition to create without any limitations . We need and want to enrich the world with beautifull music. With this album we believe we succeeded.

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Svanens død

Historie 1:
En søndag i juni. Året er 1981. Jeg er sammen med min søster Mette og vores farfar på tur ved slotsruinerne i Vordingborg. Vi kigger på fulgene i voldgraven, da en arrig svane pludselig bider sig fast i min søsters pegefinger. Farfar griber resolut svanen om halsen og klemmer til indtil svanen til sidst slipper sit greb.

Historie 2:
Frederiksberg Have, en lørdag i juni. Året er 2009. Jeg sidder med min 1,5 år gamle datter på skødet og kigger på Hejremanden der fodrer hejrer, måger og parkens svanepar med unger. Pludselig overfalder svanefar en lidt for nærgående hejre. Han giver den hårde slag med sin vinge. Hejren kan ikke nå at flygte. Svanen bliver ved til hejren ligger helt stille. Hejren er død. Det tager ca. et minut.

Svanen er Danmarks nationalfugl. En sløv, tung, dum, brutal, nedrig, arrig satan, hvis eneste forcer er sin størrelse, sin bølleagtige opførsel og sin yndige ensfarvede hvide fjerdragt. Er det sådan danskerne ser sig selv?

Kender kun to interessante spørgsmål angående svaner: Smager de godt? og hvis ja, hvordan tilbereder man dem?

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Fordi en blød streng altid svinger i os!

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