|the Cure is a weekend in Oslo
||[Feb. 12th, 2008|04:57 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
Got home from Oslo today. Saturday I saw Alien Sex Fiend at John Dee and yesterday the Cure at Spektrum. Wasn't too exited about the Cure but when I saw they where playing Oslo I decided I owed teenage-Karina some gush and sentiment. Had no idea about Sex Fiend, but we walked by a poster and our faith was sealed. I made Charlotte come with but i don't feel bad at all, that show was seasoned buy the fact that old friend Jørgen and exiled Bergensian Sverre had come from Trondheim to see the concert. I hadn't seen Jürg-l for two years, when we traveled to se Bauhaus in Copenhagen and so much water has passed under every bridge since than (Oh sweet youth, where have you gone?). Sunday me and Charlotte ate at Teater Caféen, and went to see Juno, a movie we both enjoyed. Met Hanne for a spell at Rock In and Christian from worked popped in. Monday we shopped before the concert though I had little money and didn’t buy much of anything (not even records!). I started to cry a little bit during the first two or three songs of the Cure concert. It was a total Madeleine cake and I felt so tiny and inexperienced. They did a lot of song from Japanese Whispers and Three Imaginary Boys, two albums I really love, and most of there standard stuff (a Forest, Just like Heaven, (Friday I’m in Love)). The Walk really got under my skin, I think I’m going to get some of my old Cure CDs from my mothers and use them when I need to feel about sixteen again… I didn’t start collecting records until I was about 18 so I don’t have much Cure on vinyl, actually I’ve been actively not buying Cure records. I guess that will change now.
(Oh, and today we got to the airport 13 minutes before our plane left! (I nearly wett my pants))
A fairly gothic weekend I would say, espesially for some as blonde and drab as me. Blah, think I’m going black again soon though. It mostly felt better being 17 than 22, (excepting that time I got dumped by my first BF in early 2003 and I stayed in bed every evening for a week listening to Disintegration contemplating suicide, but even that was… kind of nice…).
I didn't take to many pictures but here are the once I took...
No face-blitz is my best side
toilet wall møllers
Sværre and Lotte
camera slipped so I got a picture of the crowd danceing
going to be cured
I made myself so sick