Camera: Canon EOS 500 D
Location: Tietgen Kollegiet (The Colloseum), Amager, Copenhagen
Motif: Black and white haze, objecthood, new versus old
Author: Alan Kortbaek
She’s A Rainbow
From the fumbled state of this festive twist, comes the dawn, bright, breezy and bold, a wandering nomad in the mist
The air is thick with ash and fog from the bygone night,
a lingering pattern of wispy plumes and dreamy shades
She’s in a void, past the trapdoors of perception, beneath the ether, she is the ether, the pale, rain-wrecked grey of the day before
She’s knotted into the neatly woven fabric of the night, beneath the flowing seams of the subconscious afore
Her eyes hold the stars of the fading night, the dreams of her forefathers and their kin before them
She is the rain and the drop, the bass, the alto, the nervous, the stable , the yang, the ying, the paint strokes, the fluttering shudder that shaded them
She’s the pale, the pitch, the string, the stitch. She’s my whole world and i’m but a flicker in the dancing shadows of her moonlit life.
Pachamama Te Veo Tan Triste / The Gift of Life
For my beautiful earth :
I could hug this sullen silence
Dazzling and morose like the early morning’s sunrise
I’m full of peace, blushing like the red savannah earth in the soft sunrise
I could embrace this tranquil silence
Distant and faded like the dusty twilight yonder
I’m inundated by feeling, flushing like rose petals in the scorching noon
I could kiss this beautiful silence
Divine and stately like the starry nocturnal skyline
I’m overwhelmed with love, burning like cedar embers in the black night.
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The Other Side of Christiania
Cam: Samsung Galaxy
Motif: Christiania in the winter
The Witching Hour
Restlessness haemorrhages heftily at my kleptomania
It’s a sinner’s cud I chew, ruminating as I am, on insomnia
The world outside me sleeps, draped in a white winter blackness
The world beneath me lies placid, morbid in its sullen sadness
Twists of fate and drops of hate glisten in the silvery moonlight
The shadows mock my wide eyed glare, hiding sense from sight
A cry shatters the silence, a shriek only my ears can hear
A vessel runs aground; causality’s casual cadence in crescendo somewhere near
And so I stare, goon eyed and glaring, playing tag with the daring
Into a mist that engulfs my sanity, stabbing at my plexus with its swirl
Gnashing at my nerves, pampering my discord, twisting with its every curl
The witching hour is upon me now, and I’m held captive to its antagonism
Irate and innate she hammers vociferously away, deaf to dissent, deaf to cynicism
And so to fate I commit my plight, to the hope of a time when all is all right
Tis but hope so faint, so quaint, so lame, so cold on this vicious night.
Across The Expanse
Across this expanse out of my window I stare
To the fleeting clouds who will my message bear
Over the sea and Sahara sands, to the fields of Eden
Past snow-topped mountains and misty seasons
Across this expanse out of my window I glare
To the vivid blues and greens that remind me of you
I arch my head towards the wind to listen to your whisper
And into it send my own message of love, wrapped in silver
Dan That’s Me
Location : Le Panum studio
Subject: Dan Prescencer (Music at: https://www.facebook.com/DanThatsme/app_6452028673 )
Reptile Youth, Lille Vega March 2013
These reptile rockers come with spring in their step
Oasis booker Michael Olson and David M Allen, a producer who’s made music for the likes of The Cure, knew that they’d spotted something special when they got involved with promoting and producing music for Reptile Youth a few years ago.
Since their discovery in 2008, this electronic rock duo have gone from strength to strength, touring extensively around the world and performing one of the best shows of 2011’s Roskilde Festival, among other achievements. Their performance at a sold-out Lille Vega on Friday was something of a homecoming show following their recent globetrotting, and they were clearly glad to be back on their home turf.
A rugged, frenetic and over-zealous opening act by the name of Broke set the tone very early on, firing a hefty dose of dark-coloured disco music with aplomb. The partisan crowd were generous, but nonetheless saved their energy for Reptile Youth’s appearance. Two songs in and the duo from Aarhus had the crowd swaying fervently to the tune of ‘Black Swan’, the first track on their eponymous debut album from 2012. In addition to their own productions, a sleek touch to the night was a cover of John Lennon’s 1971 protest anthem ‘Gimme some truth’.
Reptile Youth’s version bore all the cocky hallmarks of the original, coupled with reverberating synthesizer stabs and a Kavinsky-esque tone that could easily have been at home in a certain Nicolas Winding Refn movie.
Wild, ecstatic live shows and unending energy on stage have become synonymous with Reptile Youth’s performances, and Friday’s festivities were no exception.
The end of the concert resembled a circus arena as tracks such as ‘Shooting up sunshine’ and their signature song ‘Speeddance’ were accompanied by some of the wildest crowd surfing antics imaginable by the lead singer, the peak of which featured an audacious clamber onto and jump from the balcony at Lille Vega. Few musicians would attempt such a stunt – and fewer still would get away with it.
Reptile Youth’s use of the space available and the manner in which the crowd unanimously responded to their antics is a testament to just how solid an act they are. The last time they performed at Roskilde Festival it was in the diminutive warm-up Pavilion Junior arena, but don’t be surprised to see them on the main stage in a few years time if they continue their occult assault of the pop-dominated Danish mainstream.
Cuatro Torres
Cam: Canon EOS 500D
Location: Cuatro Torres, Chamartin, Madrid
The Benediction of the morning sun
A tribute to the early morning dawn. To the misty colours and plumes that dance with the impending sun. Acta est fabula.
The wintry morning mist
Out from the depths of the still night
Damp, wispy, a haze in a maze of sight
The minute is ablaze with a hushed sincerity
Lurking, wittily-so, in subtle notoriety
The equation lies delicately posed
Implicitly poised, a tribute to the night before in an ode
Wispy, damp A maze in a haze of light
Lies the night, profound and spellbinding to the sight
Out from the crispy plumes of the bygone plight
Uncertain, senescent. Pearl shaded in a sea of damp grey
The stillness is uneasy, disturbed and perturbed by the amber ray
The juncture in ascendancy, A staccato chatter through the melting ice
Cling is all the plumes can, unfurled, unbuttoned. Purloined by the warmth
And so wanders the wintry morning mist, riveted from her roots by the wings of fate
A stranger departed, bequeathed.Vanquished and vindicated from the shadow of the night
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