I love to travel and meet cool people.. Book me a flight? Plan a roadtrip? Hop on a ferry or float-plane and come visit me here on my cute Canadian island?.. I'd absolutely love that. If we like, we'll hit replay and annex ourselves up into a mini-gang. You bring the music, k?
Parov Stelar of course..
In about 12 nights, I'll wonder wtf I heard in this unassuming little song??.. but today it's replayreplayreplay all the way; cymbals, rounded xylophone, groovin' clock-tack, static and that delicious fifth "ohhh baahhhhm": http://youtu.be/2R9Zer7prqc
I love the little martian mouth in this: http://youtu.be/YdK9RJTDEbA
Another with some obscure chant. Goes great with the one above. It takes up to 1:50sec before the bass starts, so don't kill it too soon: http://youtu.be/-CUb_H3BlLk
I am having a love affair with yellow. Such a galling colour. It takes 3 coats whereas any other shade politely requests one; yes, three distinct occasions to fuck up the trim. I've tried to suppress it, this desire for yellow.. but as I look around my place and see all its satisfied shades of amber, yolk, lemon, squash, mustard, sunflower, citrine, saffron, sand, canary, custard.. I feel a sun-stained grin swell up and spill out, wondering how can I be friends with such a frank and amoral tint. Gee, I do love that dress..
Off to buy a Gideon's bible from the thrift store:) Will put it on the dashboard of the Lil Skate. I'm hoping it might help with the speeding tickets.. Update 3 hours later** ..ok, so I stole the bible.. 0_o geez! have I no shame!!?? ..I appall myself sometimes.. but I just couldn't part with $7 bucks. Being Dutch trumped being good. It's very pretty. Virgin white leather with a thin silver cross embossed on its cover, silver-foiled edges and three white ribbony page-marker thingys. It's perfect. I'm gonna repent now.. on my knees.. The song that started it all: Corb Lund
ok, Actual Self Summary: I took up in the mountains, foothills and prairies of Canada free-ranging the high alpine and alongside rivers I could drink from. Rode an intractable pinto named Warpaint for miles and miles. Slept outside. Skied deep in winter and found tight cols up beyond glaciers in summer loving steep-slope speed. I broke a lot of bones and hitchhiked back from wherever. It was exceptional.
Now I'm a coastal Canadian girl: rocky beaches, rivers, urban kickin' and taking road trips in my lil Skate. Hopefully keeping bones intact, but still jones for speed.
Dutch background rendered down to pigtails, a few vestigial swear words and double-salted licorice.
The only sentence of Dutch I can remember is: "Je bent een stout meisje en je moet een pak op je broek!!!" Which translates roughly to: "You've been a naughty girl and you need a spanking!!" ..I think that's pretty funny.
The other phrase, which I heard just as often is:
"A heel lief meisje," which means, "A real sweet girl."
Those two phrases summarize me pretty well..