Legs and guitars

April 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

Tights by Geoffrey Mac, legs by me, guitars, t-shirts, furniture and photos by Lance Horenbein. I ended up modelling for this sneak peek of the Fall/Winter tights after the team behind Mr. Mac saw my somewhat leggy EP cover. Once again I thank you dad for providing the genes (even though you gave me super straight eyelashes, sigh…)

Geoffrey’s design is absolutely brilliant and like nothing I’ve ever seen. This jacket is insane and I wish it was mine. The same thing applies to this dress. Bonus info: our beloved Debbie Harry wore this amazing dress performing at the Standard NYC this New Year’s Eve. Approved by Debbie, approved by me.

Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious “Destroy” tee (1986) and leather jacket from Metropolis.

Leather jacket from Sears (1986). On the back: Minor Threat “Bottled Violence” and a Corrosion of Conformity sticker. White Yamaha RGXA2.

Silver leafed B. C. Rich 1980’s warlock and Scorpions “Love at first sting” tee (1984). Aka the Eagles of death metal. Enjoy the wonderful association sequence on how Eagles of Death Metal got their name:

And this would be the idiot of death metal holding a Dean Baby ML Guitar.


Exploited tee (1986) and Tennessee Walking Horse ladies show tie (1960-1970’s)


A sunny Super Bowl Sunday

February 6, 2012 § 2 Comments

The L-Team of Lance, Line and Lily (that’s the name of my bike) spend the Super Bowl Sunday before the game fooling around in Chinatown. Highlights included fried dumplings at “Fried Dumplings” (logic at its finest), cherries and Van Halen street posters. As always Lance was behind the camera, great work my friend.

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February inspiration

February 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

“Don’t be afraid of the dark, Be afraid of the morning, for the morning always tells the truth”. From “Where are the rebels?” by Joseph Ridgwell.

White paper.

Amethyst and moonstone.

Spontaneous travels to Mexico.

Random stickers.

A circle of skulls in the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine.

Green plants.

The Botanical Gardens New York.

November inspiration

November 29, 2011 § Leave a comment

Delicate white flowers turning into round black berries. Their heaviness forcing the branches to bend before they surrender and fall to the ground. Merging with soil. With Earth. Holding the vibration of an entire tree. The energy to build a forest. My favourite fall.

Colour of the season.

Very old Bible found in a barn in Jutland on a starlit night.

Can’t argue with that.

Kiss the boots of shiny, shiny leather.

My tooth print age 3 or so.

“Boy at newsstand” by André Kertesz. New York 1950.

Ears in good hands

July 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

I highly recommend everyone with a weak spot for cold wave, new wave and general awesomeness to check out Wierd Records. My new friend Marc, with whom I share a childish excitement about everything synth, took me to Home Sweet Home a few weeks ago where Wierd were strutting their stuff including Frank (just Frank) performing live. The room is just as cold as the music and the sound level keeps your ears on the brink of eardrum hara-kiri. You know you like it.

It turns out that Led er Est that I have been a fan of for years are on Wierd Records – there you go. And check out Xeno and Oaklander as well. Bonus info: Lis from the band is part Norwegian. Vikings 4 ever.

There is a right way to play something wrong

February 26, 2011 § Leave a comment

Hotel Terminus is off to Mr. Garson in LA, who is now busy recording the piano at his house. He knows the basic ideas of the piano, but has total creative freedom to play whatever he feels like.

The very first component of Hotel Terminus: the guitar riff that I send to my grandfather Boy Grunert back in December. I asked him to play something on his piano for the track, and decided to go to Ribe where he lives to record it.

The case is that I wasn’t able to hear what he was playing as we recorded it, and that led to the unorthodox, almost random use of piano on the demo.

I have a cable with an USB output that goes directly from my guitar to the computer. This cable luckily worked with my grandfather piano as well, but somehow the speakers of the computer wouldn’t play the piano sound when the cable was plugged in. The headphones were ok though, so Boy had one of them playing in his ear while recording. I heard nothing.

At the same time I couldn’t get GarageBand to play the guitar track and record the piano track on top of it. So the guitar track was playing from the speakers of Boy’s PC for him to listen to with the other ear, while the piano track was recorded in a completely separate file in GarageBand.

This means that I never heard where Boy played what in the song. Which didn’t hit me as a problem until I got home and everything sounded beyond confusing. But since I travelled 600 km to record it, I was very determined to use some of it no matter what, so I edited everything into bits and pieces and placed it randomly throughout the song. This awkward and occasionally out of tune and tempo piano inspired Mario to think of Mike Garson to have him bringing the idea of playing something “wrong” in the right way to the next level. When Mario suggested Garson I listened to a bunch of his work and was blown away by this effortless, creative and uncomplicated way of playing something very complicated. So beautiful and so powerful. And if he is good enough for Bowie, Reznor and Corgan, he is of course good enough for me…. I’m so excited!

And on that note…

February 14, 2011 § Leave a comment

see you in New York…

Travelling essentials:

Pure love.

The Mitch Buchannon of creams.

Book of secrets.

Very dark chocolate.

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