A few months ago I happened to find myself in the hometown of a friend of mine, the lovely and talented Merrigan. (She makes awesome music btw, click the link if you’re curious! )While we have known each other for years, through this marvelous thing called the internet, we had never actually met before. But suddenly, there I was, in her town! Of course I couldn’t resist sending her a message.
Guess where I am! Your hometown!
😀 I am currently in a hotel room SOMEWHERE
WHAT THE HECK
WHAT THE HECK
Of course we had to meet. She hurried across town to my hotel, and off we went to a nearby pub for a couple of hours of intense chatter. Unsurprisingly, I liked her just as much in person as I had done online!
Now, yesterday I got the urge to draw her. Merrigan has a very distinct and special look, and I wanted to see if I could do something fun with it. And here’s the (watermarked) result!
Seeing how I did promise to share some more of my art, I figured I’d show you. It ought to be cleaned up a bit more, there are plenty of lines that need to be refined, but for now… I quite like it!
At some point in my younger teens I got a cd with music by Pugh Rogefeldt. I fell in love with it almost instantly, a listened to it constantly for I don’t know how long! One of the songs I loved dearly was Här kommer natten (“here comes the night”). I must admit, I never really listened much to the lyrics back then, perhaps I was just too young to care?
This morning at around 3:30 when I couldn’t sleep I went up and turned on my PC. I took a stroll to youtube and came across Miss Li‘s version of the song. I clicked play, and listened. And completely lost my mind. Not only did it bring back the old appreciation of the song, it made me see it in a completely new light.
Go on, listen to it! Youtube it, listen to both the original and Miss Li’s version.
And, if you happen to be of the old norse faith… Send a thought to the Nótt, the goddess of Night. If you understand Swedish, listen to the lyrics and think about it. There’s a lot more to it than I ever grasped back as a teenager.
Go on, listen to it!
The New Year has started with a surge of creativity. My mind is bubbling with words that want out. Images too. And, unusually, music.
I’m no musician, no songwriter. But suddenly I have the urge to turn words into music, I hear the beat of a drum deep within, the thud of stomping feet, honest words sung by a sweet, haunting voice.
Perhaps it’s possible, we shall see. Late night hours have resulted in a song to Odin, and I am now looking at the potential of actually turning it into music together with a dear friend. More than that I don’t want to say yet though, time will tell how it all goes.
On another note, I realized there was a post I forgot to put up here. Almost a month ago we bottled our latest batch of mead and I was meaning to post a picture of the result! How in the world did I forget to do so?
The batch, which we named Agnes, turned out just lovely. It’s a little fizzy and sweet, though not too much. Nothing fancy or special this time, it’s just plain old mead from the same yeast culture we have been using for years now.
What’s new is that we finally decided to start keeping more detailed records over our brewing. Where before we have just been doing, we now do AND make a record of it in our pretty little mead book. With a bit of luck we’ll be able to figure out what exactly it is we’ve done right when the result is better, and what we’ve done wrong when it’s not as good…