ultimamente esco molto spesso con i miei amici.
facciamo un sacco di cose interessanti. qualche giorno fa è venuto a milano luca, e siamo stati a fare due passi per ticinese. abbiamo comprato qualche libro (dei moomins. per polly.) e poi siamo andati a sederci al parco.
faceva un caldo tremendo...
abbiamo fatto un paio di foto, non ne facciamo spesso assieme, questa volta le pubblico qui ^^
jaco
eleanoora rosenholm.
a finnish band. another discovery. another band produced by fonal records.
their first LP "vainajan muotokuva" brings you into a forest, old pictures, dead people's stories, stars and deep thoughts. some sort of metaphysical places.
musically they differ from the other fonal bands, but still emobodies perfectly the spirit of exploration shared by these young artists. moody. and fascinating atmospheres.
and I like how they sound.
just give them a listen, you can find a couple of tracks on their myspace here.
A farewell.
Before my justified demise, brought about my own hand, I would like to write down a few words for future generations and the victims’ families in order to shed light on the reasons I had for doing what I’ve done. I don’t expect or want forgiveness, nor do I ask for it. We shall never understand why events in life turn out as they do, for they develop and deepen independently of us. We are small and fragile, alone and forgotten. How could we ever alter the will and direction of the avalanche? I believe that our fate is written in the stars, in their movements and will. The stars are great, and we are their forsaken children, deprived of warmth and understanding. The loves offered us are lust and power games, machinations of desire and reflections of our own selfishness. Life is a cold punishment for our other lives; we are the serpents of literature, forever eating our own tails. We deserve the loneliness and misery that is ours. Do not attempt to fathom why and what I’ve done, for much like a leaf that falls from a tree and a river that overflows its banks, a human life is the life of a butterfly flying against the storm. I am not proud of what I’ve done, but I loved so much that it pained my chest and broke my heart time and time again. And there is not one amongst the tiny and small who can bear this endlessly without losing her heart and love in the cold, dark eye of the mire.
May the cursing of my name offer consolation to those whom my deeds have left with none, only hatred and bitterness. I have my cross to bear, and I sincerely wish the mourners a ray of light into their sorrow.Eleanoora Rosenholm
In this life, at Ruonela farm, on 5th January 1959
~discoverying lau nau
looking through the various panorama of finnish music, we can't find much interesting stuff. most of the bands are too mainstream to be considered interesting, and the rest of it plays metal. a couple of days ago, I remembered some really interesting artists: they're all part of a small indipendent record label, called 'fonal records'. they're experimental musicians. artists.
among them, there is Lau Nau. her last LP, "Nukkuu" (it means 'sleeps').
~these are the best months of my entire life.
we keep running from a place to another in our never ending journey to discover things of the world and complete ourself by getting ourselves experienced.
and enjoy it.
we went last sunday to this maravellous place in between of the alps near switzerland. an abandoned place. what means abandoned? I think that place was not abandoned for me. it was ready to be discovered by us. but otherwise I admit. ok it is abandoned for the others. I am attracted by the story of places like this. this collegium had a peculiar atmosphere. many people used once to live here and we felt these people around us. in these empty classrooms. around the corridors. in the air.
enjoy our journey.
watch these pictures.
jaco
