Becoming Famous

Now that I’ve turned 19 I figure I still have about a year left to be pathetic in every possible way, thus I’ve been working on a draft to my first zombie novel. At the moment I am trying to decide between two very different plots. The first is a complete rewrite of Zombieland with a girl as main character. The girl would obviously bear much resemblance to myself but slightly cooler and therefore tricking the world into believing that I’m just that cool.

My other plot follows a suppressed woman from being beaten by her husband before the zombie outbreak to her beginning to stand on her own feet. If I decide on this plot it’s going to be a damn long book. I’ve just read The Zombie Survival Guide and I’m already planning my own escape. Since the possibilities of an actual zombie outbreak aren’t that big, I will have to live it trough my book. It still needs some adjustment and I still have to figure out where I place myself in the story. Maybe I could place a female Woddy Harrelson part. Other than that, I think it would make quite a cheesy book – in the good sense.

Once I’ve written the book it’s obviously going to be a movie too, thus I need to make up a part for the amazing Christopher Mintz-Plasse. Maybe he would make a fine zombie. I would like Jesse Eisenberg too but I think they might discover the Zombieland rip off if I do. Please email me in decent time if you would like to be in my story too. You should probably act soon before I raise the price. Currently the price is one zombie movie, one part of The Walking Dead comic book, or an album by either Everything Everything, The Limousines, or Klaxons.

Introducing: Indie John

Today I’ve made a horse out of nothing but chestnuts and matches. His name is Indie John. His favorite band is Death Cab For Cutie and he’s a bit of a wuss because he still thinks that Pearl Harbor is the greatest movie ever made.

Depressing Post Alert

So it’s been a while. I have been kind of a nervous wreck these days because my next birthday is coming up. I always get a bit sad and pathetic when I once more can conclude that I have accomplished nothing. I still live at home, have no job, no money, and I’m still a complete loser. What’s most critical, though, is that I have no band and I still don’t know how to play anything. At nineteen Matthew Bellamy and co. had already formed Muse, Michael Cera was already a hot geek and Christopher Mintz-Plasse had already sealed his destiny in Superbad. Anyways, I’ll try to stop whining now. My intention actually was to tell you to download these free tracks from Gayngs. I’ve had some deep moments with them.

Shirtless Indie Zombies Being Funny

At this point I’ve already spent countless hours on finding cool blogs at blogspot. I’ve somehow figured out that it would be a great way to get people to find my blog. I have a strange feeling that no one is reading what I write. Well, that is except from my personal stalker. But I would like it if I had stalkers who weren’t also my friends. I guess the way to go is to just comment on everything you can comment and join everything you can join. I might even be really annoying. That way people will have something to remember me for. I might even get famous for it. The problem is that I seem to be quite picky about what kind of blogs I want to read. I didn’t think I was but I can’t find a blog that holds any of my interests. 

In the beginning I just tried to click next blog to see what I got. I can’t recommend it. Seriously. I seems that every other blog want to save me and turn me to Jesus. I might even go for that if it just wasn’t Jesus. I mean, I know him. I would be funnier if it was some kind of weird sect trying to convince me that the world hates me and they are the only ones that can save me.
When it’s not a site about Jesus it’s mostly a blog about little babies and saliva. I prefer Jesus over that. 

Here’s my list on things I want to read about.

1. Indie music
I would love to stumble upon a blog about indie stuff. Hopefully I could find some cool things to steal for my own blog so my readers would think that I actually was indie instead of a Kasabian listening wannabe. Seriously, I need help. I can’t stop listening to them and they have started the recordings on their next album. I don’t know what to do.

2. Writers who don’t take anything seriously
I find such thing very appealing. I wonder if this has anything to do with me not being able to be serious for more than two seconds at the time. Also, I need something else to entertain me. Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman only runs for about an hour. By the way, am I the only one with a major crush on Hank? I know he runs a bar and a brothel but his hair is amazing. Totes bad boy.

3. Shirtless Musicians
I have occasionally spent some time Googling shirtless musicians. When I complete my research I would be happy to share it with you guys. 

4. Zombies
I love zombies. They are awesome. When I’m not trying to be either indie or a geek, I’m trying to be a zombie. I think I’m getting better at applying my make up but I still haven’t succeeded in scaring the neighbors. This is probably a good thing since we’ve rented this house from our neighbors.

Level 1: The Graveyard Zombie Encounter

I actually haven’t slept at all last night which partially explains my Kasabian swamping. The reason for this may actually be a bit hard for you to believe but I want you to ask yourself if you didn’t somehow see this coming at one point. Yeah, I know, this is way too soon. I kind of hoped that I would be after I’m dead so I could let the next generation deal with it. I don’t like people younger than me anyway. However, instead of throwing ourselves on our knees asking Matt Bellamy of Muse if we could live with him in his ‘End of The World’ Proof Cellar, I think we should organize. Besides, I think his cellar works better against aliens than zombies anyway. I will begin by telling the story of how my first and so far only meeting with the dead gore eaters went.

It was a late and stormy evening. Okay, maybe it was just windy. I had just arrived at my friend, Helene’s house. By the way, she is also occupied as my only true stalker. The thing is that her backyard is practically a cemetery. Since she lives in a pretty decent area it isn’t really a scary cemetery. It has all these lovely flowers, doves, and hedges, thus it doesn’t come off as creepy in any way. Besides, I’m really cool and never scared. Except from when I see a tornado in movies. But those bitches are scary as hell so I can’t lose any reputation on that one. Back to the story. In the middle of our evening dinner we heard some strange sounds from upstairs. It sounded like someone was actually walking about up there. Helene immediately got scared and begged me to go check it out. I wasn’t scared but to calm her down we went slowly up the stairs. It was very dark and we couldn’t see anything at first. Suddenly we flicked on the lights and there was light! We then realized that our worries had been for nothing. The upper floor was completely empty. We stopped for a moment to glance out of the big windows facing the graveyard. Even though everything else outside was concealed with darkness we could still make out the stones surrounded by hedges. The wind violently shook every branch of every tree and left us with an uneasy feeling. This feeling almost lasted for two seconds before we shrugged and walked down the stairs to kill burritos. The rest of the evening proceeded as usual. We made our voodoo dolls, our hate lists and talked about how much we hate everyone else than ourselves.

At about 2 O’clock we again heard some strange sounds. At first we thought it was the evil wind again but when the sound turned into a rotten roar we knew we had to take our precautions. We quietly got to our feet as the roar was getting closer. The mission was clear. We had to get out. But how could we get past the big window facing the cemetery? We needed to hide our fear (Helene’s of course – I had none) and act at once. We wormed our way out of the bedroom on our bellies trying to stay unseen. By the way, wear a woolen sweater. The doorsteps are from hell. As we came closer to the window we had to pass before we could escape we could see that the garden lights outside had turned on as a response to movement. The sight was dreadful. Zombies were everywhere. Some were already in the garden, others were trying to make their way over the low fence while others were still trying to escape the graves that had been their prison for so long. One zombie even seemed to be trying to escape with the Weber grill. I honestly don’t know what is going on between men and their Weber grills.

It then became clear to Helene and I that the zombies were going to enter the house sooner or later. If we were going to survive we should strike hard and fast! We ran back to the bedroom and found the emergency make up kit. Looking like someone from The Tribe and armed with a wireless keyboard and an aluminum toilet brush we confidently took the steps down the stairs to the ground level. Halfway down the stairs we heard the garden doors scatter and the sound of the glass hitting the kitchen floor. The sounds were immediately followed by the sound of rotten feet stepping inside the house. We glanced at each other and we could see that we felt exactly the same in this vital moment in our lives; this is going to be the coolest Facebook status EVER! Right at that moment the nearest zombie saw us and clumsily began to make its way to us. Since these zombies had risen from their graves, they were in quite a poor condition. This one in particularly. The face was pretty decomposed but the remainings revealed that the zombie had most likely been an old lady. At least she probably had a long and good life, right? Even though the zombies have once been humans you can’t think of them like that. That will guarantee your own death. I just barely thought of how sad the whole thing was when Helene jumped forward with her wireless keyboard. “I got your back,” I screamed as I leaped forward bashing my toilet brush at everything. At first it seemed like the zombies were falling to the floor one by one. Unfortunately the zombies outside had noticed the sound of our war screams and the zombies’ limbs falling to the floor. Suddenly the zombies were blocking all the doors and we were forced to get to higher level. We climbed onto the kitchen island and armed ourselves with knives and spoons. We sure as hell wouldn’t surrender to these mindless creatures. As they came at us we cut them in little pieces. We were just awesome. Of course it was a little sad to throw spoons at zombies, thus slicing them in halves but yeah, I was pretty good at it.

Just a little moment later there were no more groans to be heard and no more limbs to fall to the floor. Pieces of zombies were all around us. The piles almost reached the counter of the kitchen island. Our clothes and skin were covered in rotten skin but at that moment, we felt like we could survive anything.

Maybe this is a time to question ourselves. Maybe this is a time to question our way of life. Maybe this is a time to question humanity. But this is NOT a time to give up. This is a time to change our lives. To stand together united against the dead. Against the darkness. We will fight this. We. Will. Not. Give up!

Next level!

Secrets Revealed

You are about to learn of another guilty pleasure. I would actually love if I could write about really cool music and be the front runner when it comes to indie music but I’m just not that cool. I constantly and repeatedly fall into the sneaky traps set by The Big Four. This time it’s Kasabian. I’ve actually been in love with them for a while. I saw them at Roskilde Festival and they were absolutely amazing. Too bad the rest of the festival didn’t notice. Or maybe they just stayed away due to mainstream alert. I think I might have a little bit of Britney Spears hidden in me. Kasabian’s lyrics are awesome to sing along to and the music even better to dance to. Also, Sergio Pizzorno is totally hot in that pirate sort of way. So yeah, I guess I try not to think of Sony when I listen to them. At this very moment my iPod is about to play the last song by them which means that I’ve been sitting on the floor by my computer for 35 songs without a break.
Earlier I’ve been trying to teach my older sister how to headbang to something Justin Bieberish. That was completely frustrating since she insists on doing it her own “cool” way.

Oh, baby I was born with a fast fuse. I got no time to love, just a city to abuse!

I’m aware of how ironic this specific lyric is since time is all I have and I haven’t moved since forever but seriously, just go along with it.

Save Me Facebook, Save Me!

These days it seems that you must like Robyn. Yes, I mean the Swedish singer, Robyn. Lately she’s been hard to avoid. Some critics claim that she is the grandest pop act since… forever. Apparently the entire world has agreed to like her and all the radio channels in Denmark play her. That means that I have to listen to her when my sister is listening to radio AND when my parents are. At this point you may have noticed that I’m not really into that. I must say that I think her music and lyrics are extremely dull and her voice even worse. I’ve even read that she is a greater pop act than Justin Timberlake. Duh! Justin Timberlake had the voice, the lyrics, the music AND the movies. And a disco ball and the bad ass attitude to break it! That, my friends, was a good pop act. Uh, yeah, I have the CD. What’s your point?
Normally I wouldn’t sink to the ‘hate post level’ (*cough*) and just join a Facebook group. And this is where to problem occurs; there is… No. Group. I don’t understand how someone famous enough to be called the greatest pop act can get away with not having a hate group on Facebook. This makes me wonder if I’m the only one feeling like this? Am I missing something in her music? I’m puzzled. I’ve considered making me own hate group but then again, I don’t think I want to one of those people who actually MAKES hate groups. Besides, I’m afraid that no one will join it.
Now, I’m off to sing along to Jus… Uh, Death Cab For Cutie, that's right. I’m SO indie.

Vampires Vs. Zombies

I’ve decided to write a book about zombies. It’s going to be so good that it will be made into a movie and take over whatever hole that has been filled with Twilight. Yes, you heard right. I will do that. I think the world is ready for zombies. Some may argue that this is not indie at all but I swear I read somewhere that Stephanie Meyer is indie. Besides, she must be making a lot of money so I really don’t care.

In a number of ways, zombies really out rule vampires. I shared my plans on Facebook and people immediately turned it into Twilight just replacing the vampires with zombies. The comments quickly developed into a discussion about whether the hot zombie male should be played by Zac Efron or Justin Bieber. Yes, someone even took the trouble of writing a small scene for the film; ‘You're impossibly slow, and rotten. Your skin is pale green and ice cold. Your eyes have no color, and sometimes you speak like – like your brain is decomposing. You never eat or drink anything, that isn't brain. You don't go out in the sunlight.’ This actually made me want to do a zombie parody of Twilight – but then again, someone probably already did. I should probably say that zombies are able to be exposed to direct sunlight (no sparkly stuff) in case any of you got confused.

With all this said, I should probably clarify that I’m not going to make a Twilight parody. It’s probably more like a collection of all the zombie movies I’ve been watching. However, I had some trouble deciding whether the zombies should be the slow or the quick kind. After some serious thinking I think I’ve decided on the slow kind since this gives my main characters a larger chance of survival. I’ll share it with you when I’ve written something. I’m still in the research phase.

I’ve still to decide which band gets to deliver the soundtrack. Someone kind of already took Muse. And Vampire Weekend. And Bon Iver. And OK Go. You get the point.

Indie Friends

I think I’ve figured out why I find it so hard to be truly indie. I’m lacking a group of flannel wearing friends that would sit discussing music and drinking cold beer with me all day. Actually, I’m pretty desperate so I’d probably settle for a couple of times a weeks. Even once a week, if I must. I’m sure being indie would be so much easier if you had someone to keep you on the right track. Just like alcoholics gather in a circle to discuss alcoholic stuff. Maybe that’s exactly what I need. If I could just find a group of five indie people who would sit in a circle with me once a week to talk about indie experiences and prepare me for the obstacles I will face in the real world. After the meeting we would of course listen to an indie song selected by one of the indie people. Probably discuss its indie factor, too. I wonder where I would be able to find such a bunch. They would pretty much have to do it for free since I’m broke, though. But I’m pretty sure everyone indie would absolutely love to sit around talking about indie stuff for a couple of hours. I would probably give them loads of indie confident. I wonder if all words can be used with indie. Indie words. Indie circle. Indie discussion. Indie cheese toast. Wow, I’m pretty sure it can. Let me know if you find some combination that doesn’t work!

This video has absolutely nothing to do with the subject of this post. It's just good. Works best in solitude.

Adapting

After spending a lot of time listening to indie music I decided that it just wasn’t enough. There had to be more to it. Indie people just look awesome. Listening to indie music hasn’t made me look awesome. I needed a friend to help me out of this crisis and I quickly contacted Google.

Apparently being indie doesn’t involve doing a lot of stuff. The thing I am supposed to do, however, I haven’t been doing at all. This is a bit embarrassing. First of all, you’re not even supposed to mention the word indie. Whoops! At one point I was even attacking my surrounding with my creatively invented “indie bumps” It’s pretty easy to do. Basically, you just scream 'Indie bump' and bump different body parts. I’ll spare you the details. Actually, in the light of this discovery, making this blog was major whoops. Instead I’m just going to take this to the next level and say that I’m so indie that I don’t care if this isn’t indie at all. Except I can’t literally say this to people because of the above. Instead of randomly screaming “indie” I should have been name dropping all sorts of indie bands and stuff. I’ll keep that in mind. The word will never again slip from my lips.

Also, playing some sort of instrument should help. Unless playing children songs with the recorder will cut it, I suppose this means I have to begin playing my guitar again. I’ve probably even ditched my recorder. Too many bad memories.

In addition, I should probably dress more indie. I need more flannel and ironic tees. I am currently wearing the same flannel shirt seven days a week. It’ll do for now but someday people might start to notice. I should probably act soon. My most ironic T-Shirt would be my Star Wars T-shirt. This might not sound ironic to you but when I tell you that I’ve only seen the movies a couple of times it probably helps the case. Besides trying to be indie I am also trying to be a geek. Being a geek is actually quite demanding. When I’ve become indie, I will begin project Indie Geek.
This leaves me with the feeling of wanting to grow a beard.

Improving Life

If the title scared you in any way I am deeply sorry. I am not trying to convert you into Christianity or something like that. This is even bigger. There are ways to improve your life significantly without spending any money or joining a sect. It is easier too. Personally, I have no idea where to find a sect that would let me join.
In one of my endless Google sessions I decided to type ‘free indie music’. I have no idea why I didn’t try that before. And there, my friends, it was; a website which sole purpose was to give indie music away for free. Besides the part about being free the great thing is that I don’t have to think about the indie factor because the site says ‘indie’. Obviously it has to be indie. Because of my humanity and awesomeness I will of course give you this address. I am aware that if you are cooler than me, you probably already know it and won’t need this link, but if anybody reading this is just as uncool as me or maybe even (dare I hope) more uncool than me here it is.
 http://freeindie.com/

I still have wet dreams about finding a site that collects every cool indie song the artists give away for free and I won’t stop my Google searchs until I have reached my dream.

Michael Bublé

A couple of friends of mine have recently tried to make me listen to some dude named Michael Bublé. Actually they almost forced me. Good thing that I have such great will power. Like Rasmus Seebach, I hate him too. To be honest, I don’t really know that much about him. The things I do know I obviously don’t like. The first thing I learned was that he’s made a cover version of Feeling Good which Muse also did. Muse were probably first. Anyway, I won’t accept it if they weren’t. I’ve also Googled him and I can’t say that I like what I saw. Yuck, he looks like a cream puff stuffed in a suit. When I asked my friends what kind of songs he made, they told me that he pretty much just does covers. I’m missing the good parts about this one. Anyway, since I have yet to listen to a full song he’s made… or covered, I figured I’d let them choose three songs for me to review.



Both friends agreed that his cover of Feeling Good was one of the best songs he’s done, so naturally, this would be the first song I should review. This song in particularly suffers from my prejudiced mind because of the Muse thing. I did some wiki research and the song has basically been covered more times than I can count. I actually had no idea that Eels covered it too. Look at that.
During the entire first verse of the song my face was fixed in a pout. It’s sad to see how he can completely strip the song from emotions when the lyrics are quite strong. I simply don’t understand how he can sing the song so tight when it’s about the complete opposite. I’m wondering if his is always this dull and without any surprising moments. Yeah, I miss Muse. I also hate that little sound he makes before he starts to sing the actual lyrics. However, I must admit that I quite like that stiff walking he does at times. I don’t know why. My friends both argue that the real experience is to watch him perform since that is what he is; a performer. Aside from the funny stiff walking I find the entire performance quite stripped from anything entertaining. The suit, his voice, his face, his hair. My final verdict is that it was incredible dull. I didn’t feel like barfing, though, which I expected.



Next song up is Fever. The story is pretty much the same. It has also been covered by numerous artists. Pussycat Dolls covered both this and Feeling Good. I’m beginning to see a connection.
This song is definitely better than Feeling Good. In my opinion he should completely stay off the high notes when he sings. He just can’t handle those. If he would do that you would almost fail to notice how superficial his performances are. Also, I can’t help but wonder what he would rate himself in sexiness on a scale from 1 to 10. 12 I bet.
All the musicians were probably a good idea. I did spot a couple of them who were rather good looking.



I told my friends that at least one of the songs they chose Bublé should have written himself. Apparently no such thing exists, thus we have to settle with co-written. I found a lyrics version so we can all sing along. It’s going to be super fun!
This is exactly that kind of song you can’t help but to make fun of. Even though I’m sitting alone I’m swaying from side to side, putting a hand on my heart and pointing at nothing when he sings ‘you’. I was right, this is super fun! Let’s be honest. This is not a good song. It’s even more boring than his version of Feeling Good. But it’s pretty easy to sing along to. In some way it reminds me of Westlife, just worse. I would love to say something of great importance at this point but I really can’t. I think he might be at substitute for the boy bands that have failed to deliver in this century. It’s boring, cheesy (not in a good way like Snow Patrol), way too try-hard, and boring. Did I say that already?

To close this in a proper way I think we should all dwell in the beautiful cover Muse did of Feeling Good. Look at that passion. That’s soo hot.

Indie Proof

Just the other day one of my friends decided that she needed to update her music library. She is probably the only one who actually listens with at least some attention when I get started about the new bands I find. Other friends have responded with equal hate towards the music I listen to just because I hate their music. I don’t get it. Well, back to the story. Since sharing music files is illegal I of course didn’t know anything of her dirty plans with her little innocent looking USB when she showed up. She even brought some candy and Coca Cola – which is a major weakness of mine. Put a Coca Cola in front of me and I’ll probably do almost anything. But not if it’s illegal of course, so don’t think I in any way gave her the music for free. Here’s how it went down…

Pretty soon after she arrived smiling and deceiving and I welcomed her into my home, or my parents’ home if you must, she placed the bait in my room where I was stupid enough to leave the key in the keyhole. As I foolishly stared at the bait while drooling she pulled a robe from her bag and attacked me while I was at my weakest. In a matter of seconds she had tied me up and blindfolded me. Because it happened this fast, I had no time to react and defend myself. Alright, it may have been more than a couple seconds. Minutes maybe. Or half an hour. But the point is that I was betrayed and placed too far away from the bait to actually reach it while tied up. She then took my laptop and locked the door behind me. There I was, while she filled her filthy little USB with all the cool indie music I had spend so much time collecting. When she was done, she had collected 700 tracks. What do I know; she probably took it all and won’t own up to it.

Almost forgot the point of this story. I read on Urban Dictionary that you can only learn how to be indie from someone cooler than yourself. I find this story an actual proof that I’m her cool indie friend. I should probably have called the police or something but the truth is that she is my only hope of not going to concerts by myself. Anyway, I’ll let this one slip.



Menomena are my future favorite band. Do I actually have to know their music in order to call them that?

Guilty Pleasures

Even though I try really hard and sincere to be indie, I do have a couple of guilty pleasures I should probably let go. I just keep putting it off. I figured that I might as well share it with everyone.
My first guilty pleasure would be Snow Patrol. Let’s face it, they aren’t really cool. Some of the songs are so simple that I’m even able to play them on my guitar which says a lot, I guess. The lyrics are also a bit cheesy, I’ll admit. The funny thing is that I normally despise anything cheesy. I do everything in my power to avoid sentimental situations where there’s a chance that I’ll have to say something, you know, nice to someone. I think it’s that gorgeous voice of his. Gary Lightbody, you know. That deep softness makes my body melt every single time. It also makes me shout out my lungs each time. On top of that, is it just me or is he kind of hot? I know he’s kind of old and stuff. And maybe no Brad Pitt, but he has something, right?



Another guilty pleasure of mine is that I literally have an obsession with Muse. I know that Muse aren’t really a guilty pleasure but the thing is that I kind of have every single song they’ve ever made. They are probably the band that takes up most space in my iTunes. My friends are also quite impressed/scared when the snoop around in my impeccable music library. But I feel like Muse and I could be really good friends if I ever found a way to break in backstage when they’ve performed. Besides, they were the first band I literally became obsessed with. Don’t we all remember our first obsession? The way I learned of their music is probably the most embarrassing thing. I’m not going to tell you every detail but it has something to do with a certain teen movie. Alright, I’ll say it. It’s Twilight. But doesn’t the fact that I learned about them from a friend who learned about them from Twilight makes it just slightly less embarrassing? Anyway, that’s what I tell myself.



The last guilty pleasure I’ll tell you about is called Me My Head. Actually this isn’t some embarrassing mainstream thing. At least I don’t think so. The reason I categorize this as guilty pleasure is the lyrics. I find them a bit teenageish and even though I still am a teenager I constantly try to trick everyone into thinking that I’m older.



That’s pretty much the guilty pleasures that I’ll own up to having. For instance, I would never admit that I have the new Twilight soundtrack. I’m way too cool to do that.

Revelation

I guess it started last Christmas. Before I was happily living in the shallow world often referred to as mainstream, but I'm convinced that I've always been an indie deep down. My knowledge in music went no further than what the radio played. And it wasn't even one of the cooler radio stations, no, it was the probably the worst radio station in Denmark. When you try to avoid mainstream, that is. The same radio station now plays every single song Rasmus Seebach has ever made which brings me to tears. You will probably learn more of my profound hate to him in my later posts. 

The problem is that once you step out of the mainstream world there's just no going back. I think it reminds me of some fairy tale but I can't remember which. Instead of being miserable caught between the mainstream and the indie world I decided to go all the way. To do this I of course needed to figure out what it exactly meant to be indie. On Urban Dictionary, which everybody knows is a very reliable source of information, I learned that apparently the most important thing is to think that you are way cooler than everybody around you. And let them know of course. That I should be able to do! An other definition said that you are unable to talk to anybody about your music. Since I have been trying to be indie since Christmas I have already experienced this in a mild degree. But this may also have something to do with me not having any cool friends. If any of you read this, I am so so sorry! Oh, who am I kidding. I probably don't have any friends.

I should probably tell you about some of the non-mainstream things I've been up to lately. Obviously I've been stuffing my iPod with all the cheap indie music i could find. By the way, I got my iPod last Christmas which kind of started this desire. I also attended a festival and since then kind of stopped showering - that's indie, right? I mean, everyone I know showers regularly. Because I kind of live in the dead end of Denmark the concert facilities aren't too good and I'll rather spend my money on Coca Cola than use them on travelling across the country. Shit, that's so mainstream! I'll work on that. Promise. I did see a couple of bands live, though.
Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing; I'm unemployed. To me that sounds so indie! It definitely doesn't make me sound like a loser, that's for sure.

But basically, this blog is my attempt to become a cool indie kid. I know that you probably think that it'll take years after reading this, but that's okay, I can live with that. Oh, and by the way, I'll probably also try to trick you into thinking the music I listen to is way too cool. Actually I'll get started on that one right away.



This is Troels Abrahamsen. I secretly want to marry him even though he already is married and not really the normal target of teenage obsession.