Cause we were giggin'

Had a ball yesterday! I was hanging to get out of the office and get to the Cellar Bar, aka the Fight Bar. Sunnyvale, Suitable Case For Treatment and Damo Suzuki played, when we eventually got there after dinner, beers and music at mi Casa. SCFT was like a cross between woodoo (a' la New Orleans), Deathmetal and an insane asylum. It was just great to be back and actually go to a gig, it's been at lease three weeks since last.

After going through some soulsearching I now feel I am back in the world were I like to be. It is all coming together nicely now with life, work, holidays and stuff.

Rrrrrrraaaaoo Karl

PS Meet some of the local tycoons in the shape of Richard, Stuart and Nick.

Stage fright

..the rascals are all asleep and I've been watching TV. The parents should be out and about for another hour or so.

After being awaked by a tape recorder early this morning it all started. When I went to take a leak the oldest asked if he could join. There was no way I could pee with him clutching my leg so I had to ask him to stand back a couple of times. Afterwards he told the parents that I had taken a leak standing (apparently not allowed). Later as we had lunch at a food court in town we had to enter the loo for an emergency piss-call. He sort of jumped back when he saw the piss under the toilet, but as I lifted him up it was alright.

The youngest really seem to like music and had a good look at the poistiv-player and a street muscian, and did not seem to mind parting from the coins I stuck in his little hand. And yes the bags went down very well indeed.


Karl

MBTI and Germany

I've been on a pretty cool training/course the last few days about Myers Briggs Type Indicators. I was totally amazed the way just 8 points could say so much about me. It was like reading a horoscope but accurate. Most of my strengths as well as problems where in there. Fantastic. You have a chance, do it! Also I've started applying it on people around me as well and it works too, even though I am still taking baby steps.

Now I am chilling in Dusseldorf, after a long delayed flight. However, I am pretty happy that I bought the rascals tiny luggage bags with marshmallows. It will be most cool to see what they will do with them as they get them. I am debating to give them the bags when I come or on the Saturday when I will babysit (alone, with a 2 and 3.5 year old, is scary).

Next week Damo Suzuki and then Agent Blue in February are in the cards. Good gigs coming up, that is. Looks like Santa is releasing my All You Miss interview in the Denture's January issue. Go me!

My body is a temple! He he
Karl

Strange days

sometimes life seems so surreal and this weekend has been pretty surreal. Well, most of you do not have a clue to what I am talking about, but relax, 'cause I have come to educate you all. You may call me Professor Karl.

This weekend Annika and Martin were graced with a daughter. Well, you might be going what the hell, persons are born every other day of the week. But this was special. Martin and Annika got married last September and I was supervising the evening proceedings at the Toastmaster in question.

Hold it right there, don't you leapfrog to the conclusion that only this made the weekend special, since the thing runs a wee bit deeper than that. Because in June 2002 Martin and Annika met at a party at my place for the first time. Now I wont have you giving me all credit because the girl that invited Annika along was actually a friend of Martin's, but still I share some of the creds. And some more goes out to Martin who did not fully reject the idea of employing me after he interviewed me for a job in October 1999. Since then we travelled to Fuerteventura, Newquay, Brussels, St Anton, Chamonix, Champoluc and down into Alagna (Martin, Jan 2004: "Well, I did not go all the way here not to board Alagna, I am going" this was said after a discussion about the weather, which made the rest not wanting to go. In the end I joined in and it was lush for 4 hours, until we were in back country on the way back and bad weather struck. Close one.). And now this Martin is a dad! Big ups or as the Brainiac says: Props!

After the weekend's events and looking around the blogs, seeing all these kids with their own blogs, I feel a desire to reproduce as well. Now all I need to do is find the right girl and settle down, hope that my soldiers are not overly lazy and then do the wild thing with the chosen snake charmer. Strange days indeed, or maybe not.

Karl

Jackie Kong

checked out the monkey movie tonight and I gotta say, sometimes crossovers are bad. Jurassic Park meets Jackie Chan in an ape-suit blended with a dash of Indiana Jones along with three drops of Doctor Strangelove generals served extremely slowly by a lame blond hapless chick.

Apart from that I found myself feeling all excited about going to work this morning. Which was great, and who knows what I will do with this realisation. Tomorrow I am going to frame the poster I got from Princess, catch up with Russ and go to Ann Helen's for some drinks.

You tell me lies minger! Karl

The new deal

New year and ho ho hos everywhere,

some ungrateful people have compained that there are no new posts on the blog, which up until now has been true. However, it is not true any more. New Year's was spent at Miri-Matt's place and then at the Jericho Tavern. We counted in the New year and drank Salmon Billecart on Girl's recommendation (thanks!!). Apart from that I've been pretty lethargic lately and work has felt like it sucks like a blue whale. Today was great though and sort of made up for what the whales have been doing..

So Switzerland is booked for mid March and now I am planning a surf expedition to Marocco in April. Board riding bliss, give it to me like a whale! A few weddings are apparently coming up during the year as Simon ties the knot in Helsinki and Santa in San Francisco. Apart from that I might try to check out the spires of onions in Moscow at some stage, since Tobbe is overthere now.

Stay low on a high note! Karl

X mas in Sweden!

Yeah, that's right. It's great to meet up with them all. Had some really nice food and drinks yesterday. The good times will continue to roll today. First out is some salmon and then it's back to the herring and traditional stuff. I've also watched some TV, Brainiac. Catching up on most of my favourite Burningheart bands' videos along with some feature films like Star Wars III and Sin City. Golden politically correct phrase from Marv (I think): "She´s a dyke. God knows why. With a body like that, she could have any man".

Low society at it´s highest! Karl

This Is What I Am Talking About

Check out the terror level in the US along with positive evolution. Sometimes even the Canadians make sense.

Cows with horns dancing in the sky

Well,

it's that time of year again. Consumerism, Cholesterol and Christianity at its highest. The big fat man is coming down the chimney only to dissapoint you with another tie you never wanted.

However, these things only highlight to me what X-mas is about for myself. For me it's a time to return to home and meet up with large chunks of my family. This happens too rarely for my liking, but it always happen for X-mas, with some exceptions. Also, this is the time I catch up with some friends from high school, since we never bother otherwise. Personally, I never do traditional decorations, though I appreciate them, and at home I can enjoy really good food and a nice X-mas vibe, without the hassle.

Be nice to children, pets and wild animals!
Karl

Seasons Greetings Received

Dear Karl von Helvete esquire,


Now listen here von Helvete and listen close, for this is a cautionary tale from the golden age of Pamparius, where the Apocalypse Dudes are in a mad rush to get it on in a self destructo bust kind of way! Warning: This story contains a dazzling display of talent but also the mortal ring of deathtime. Read on.

As you are aware, it is well known that Turbonegro hate the kids, calling them a bunch of hobbit motherfuckers and screaming at them ‘imorgen skal eg daue’ and all that. However, they too have their enemies, as Raggare are obviously a bunch of motherfuckers who thought that Turbonegro must be destroyed. This caused a war between the Party Animals, which left the Scandinavian leather on the Le Saboteurs drenched in blood, with just flesh being flung everywhere. Horrible.

Now that all my friends from the city of Satan are dead, after getting wasted again and high on the crime, I guess you, Karl, are the only one left to blow me like the wind and then wipe it ‘til it bleeds eh? And by the way, if you see Kaye in the aftermath of this war ravaged land- tell her that I love her and to please stay free, because death from above is not as pleasant as hot stuff, or hot shit for that matter.

But I’m not worried about you remaining untamed Karl, because I know you can always keep your good head in a mobile home. That’s as long as I give you just a minute while you fuck the world! Even though I wanted everything on the train of flesh, I still need your permission to gimme some. Sigh. I suppose I just have to sell my body to the night to get you to ride with us….

The streets are no longer safe. So lastly, to you my sailor man friend, I give you my final warning. Are you ready for some darkness, or to go back to dungaree high? Or perhaps you have already had a rendezvous with anus and ended up in Babylon forever? No? Well then keep listening to that monkey on your back my friend; otherwise you'll end up down humiliation street where you will meet the unholy trinity of the Denim Demon, the Midnight NAMBLA, and the truly terrifying Prince Of The Rodeo. So if you want to see this tri-ology of bad Mongo’s get locked down in the blizzard of flames, it is best to have the Zillion Dollar Sadist and the mighty Black Rabbit by your side at ALL TIMES.

And remember- don’t say motherfucker motherfucker, because these three Ass Cobras have definitely got erection and when provoked, totally rock against ass!

Signed,

Mattolladew


Disclaimer: The information in this letter, together with any attachments, contains every song title from the last 4 Turbonegro recordings- Ass Cobra, Apocalypse Dudes, Scandinavian Leather and Party Animals. If you have received this letter in error then I need to be shot since I gave it to you fucking personally. You must print off, copy, use and disclose its contents to whomever the fuck you want really. The views expressed are totally personal to the sender (that’s me, stupid fuck) and should not be taken as necessarily representing the views of Turbonegro at all (although I’m sure they would love the sentiment). Any laughter, chuckling or even mirth, gained by reading its content is purely coincidental. It is your responsibility to carry out all necessary virus checks, especially for herpes, which I heard Hank got from a new wave hooker girl.

Oh and merry fucking Christmas you crazy motherfucker!!!