Note: Because I started BEDA 3 days late, this post is going to be a “substitute” for my missing BEDA #2 entry.Time for another music recommendation! I haven’t done one of those for a while now and when I went onto my categories list… I noticed that I’ve only done it once as part of my “from the cd stack”-series so far and only 2 other times all in all. (Proves again how rarely I post things around here.)
Today I’m going to introduce you to Mighty Oaks, which is a “Berlin-based indie-folk band”. They were founded in 2010 by their lead singer Ian Hooper and guitarist Claudio Donzelli. Later their bassist Craig Saunders joined the two founding members and completed the band. They’re now a three-man group from three different countries even: the USA, the UK and Italy.
So far they’ve only released one EP and that might be the reason why people outside of the scene probably haven’t heard of them yet. I myself got to know them Sunday two weeks ago – Shout Out Louds are touring at the moment and a friend of mine gave me the tickets for their Swiss concert as a birthday present – and Mighty Oaks happened to be the supporting act for Shout Out Louds.
From the beginning on Mighty Oaks had me enraptured. I bought their EP later but when you’ve listened to them live, you’ll surely agree with me if I say that the EP is only narrowly a substitute for their live music. They are good. They are really, really good. Ian Hooper’s voice is amazing and the guitar playing is amazing and those guys are nice, funny people. In general, I’d describe their music as a rough-but-also-smooth voice paired with mood-brightening guitar tunes making you want to sway to them all day long.
Because I obviously have trouble expressing myself eloquently, let me write out two lists for you:
1.) Words I associate with Mighty Oaks’ music: green, wind, summer, spring, forest, trees, nature, road trip, morning, dawn, grass, meadows, earth, fun, happiness, smiles, heartache (of the good and the bad kind, I suppose), blue skies, gardens, breeze, bare feet, freedom
2.) You’ll probably like Mighty Oaks if…
- you like indie music, folk music and optimally indie-folk music;
- you like bands such as Mumford & Sons or Angus & Julia Stone;
- you like music played mainly by guitars;
- you like music which reminds you of words from the list above.
What do you think? Did I get you hooked on it? (I admit I’m terrible at selling things to people… but I have a possibly sprained ankle at the moment and it hurts and my head does too… excuse me for not thinking clearly right now and being so ineloquent.) If not (yet), you might want to listen to the two samples below (the second is my favourite):
I hope I could got some of you hooked on Mighty Oaks – they’re one of my favourite bands now and in most places still unknown, so I felt the need to spread their music out because in my opinion they surely deserved the support. I’m only afraid that I couldn’t give you more information – I didn’t have that many to begin with and I don’t like to analyze music before listening to at least a whole album of the artist and they have only their EP out… if you want some more information, you might want to check those links out:
Note: I’m sorry – somehow it’s not possible for me to embed the two video samples above. Just click on the link, it’ll redirect you to their vimeo pages.
So last Tuesday I had the absolutely exciting opportunity to go to a “Of Monsters And Men” concert. Actually it was a birthday present for a friend – I invited her to go since we’re both into this sort of music – indie rock and folk rock – and they happen to be on a “shooting star”-like course in the scene.
For those of you who don’t know “Of Monsters and Men” (OMAM) – maybe you’ve already heard of their most known single “Little Talks” and this would be the band behind it – and if you didn’t, well let me tell you that they’re a group of 6 amazing musicians from Iceland. Founded 2010 they have released one album so far, namely “My Head Is an Animal” last September.
So, as I said, I went to watch them on stage last Tuesday with my friend. I’d already been super-excited that day and the previous day and the day before the previous day… you get it. Ironically though, as excited and giddy as we were – we weren’t able to sing along. To practically no song – which is rather a no-go for a concert. I think we were both just too busy, too caught up in other things this summer that we never bothered to learn them so that one day before the concert – in between studying for exams and working on our final paper – we were in quite a frenzy to cram the lyrics into our heads. Looking back, it seems really pathetic to me now. I could have as well just let it be – to get twelve, rather complex (in comparison with some of the charts/pop songs nowadays) written lyrics in under 24 hours is hardly able to accomplish for the average (wo)man.
We made it up though by appearing extra early for the concert. We read on the internet that it was sold out and decided to come a few hours early (even missing out a bit of school) to get the best places – preferably at the utmost front! Stupidly we forgot that it was a weekday and that most of the concert attendants wouldn’t come before an hour before door opening due to their jobs. So we ended up being the only ones there… for quite a few hours. Luckily we bought something to eat so we could pass the time. Also the door was partly open and we could hear them during their sound check – which only increased our excitement.
At about 6 pm the first other concert attendants came and then the whole rush at about 7.30 pm. And again luck was with us because when the crew set the queuing zone we were already there (standing at a very convenient place) and we ended up indeed at the very front! At about 8.45 pm it finally started. We on the front actually got to stand right under the handrail which later turned out to be very convenient for my photographic needs. The whole concert took place at Abart, Zürich a music club of middle size with a quite small stage but which also allows high intimacy and interaction with the audience.
The show started with supporting act Lay Low, a musician from Iceland as well. She played us about 6 songs which I would categorise into alternative country and folk. I actually liked her quite a lot – she was very friendly, modest and energetic. (The way she plays her guitar and slams her boots on the ground – intimidating and fascinating alike.)
Then, after a long break, came the long-awaited “Of Monsters and Men” accurately on 10 pm. As you see from the set list photo above they started with their second most famous song “Dirty Paws” – and already enthused the whole crowd. People left and right from us were dancing and I was trying to record the show but it was hard not to give in to the shaking and swaying of the bodies around me. (In the end I gave in though and as a result all my records are slightly blurry now.) It went on with “From Finner” to “Love, Love, Love” to “Lakehouse” and finally the long-awaited “Little Talks”, which everyone, even we, were able to sing. And it was a fantastic feeling too, because the whole crowd was pressed into this tiny space and the band on this tiny stage and everyone was singing with their loudest voice and everyone was swaying and shaking and jumping up and down. It’s always in moments like these that I get this feeling of infinity; a certainty that this moment will stay forever in my memory and a wave of euphoria rushing over me as I give in to the music, give up my body, my soul and just obey rhythm and melody for that one song…
Needless to say now that “Of Monsters and Men” are fantastic to watch and hear live. They are completely worth it, if not only for the charisma of the two lead singers (Nanna and Ragnar) and the passion of the drum player Arnar (he plays so crazy, so passionate – it’s thrilling to watch).
After an hour it was already over. As an encore they presented my favourite song “Sloom” and “Yellow Light” and stopped on schedule at 11:10 pm to release the euphoric audience into the night, full of music fever, of heat and passion and especially a feeling of complete satisfaction.
Well maybe I’m a crook
for stealing your heart away
and maybe I’m a crook
for not caring for it.
And maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad person
Well baby, I know
And these fingertips
will never run through your skin
and those bright blue eyes
can only meet mine
across a room, filled with people
that are less important than you
All cause you love, love, love
when you know I can’t love.
You love, love, love
when you know I can’t love.
You love, love, love
when you know I can’t love, you.
So I think it’s best
we both forget
before we dwell on it.
The way you held me so tight
all through the night,
till it was near morning.
Love, Love, Love – Of Monsters and Men
In about approximately 24 hours and 10 minutes I’m going to be 17 and I’ve realized, once again, that in my past 18 years I’ve done nothing to really leave a mark in this world, which has been one of my greatest wishes since I was 10. I think it had something to do with my artsy side; it doesn’t really matter if I realise this wish through acting, painting, taking photographs, writing or making music – important was the fact that I’ve always wanted to leave it in a creative way, a way to express myself and simultaneously leaving my footprint for the world to remember me.
This wish has been inspiration for many of my actions and works so far; however the past few months I was incredibly unproductive and uninspired, which left me often in a frustrated mood. This hasn’t actually improved until now, not fully anyway. Next to the inhuman amounts of homework, assignments and exams I’ve lived through last semester, the preparation for my confirmation – surely this must be fate messing with me to top it all – has started.
It’s not exactly something I’m always looking forward to – in fact, I feel oddly out-of-place. Mainly, I’m doing this because I don’t want to disappoint my parents (bad reasoning of mine, I know, but there’s no arguing with them) and so, when we had to decide which project group we’d like to attend – I choose for the least evil of all: the creative group.
Although the creative group has a remarkably uncreative name I joined it anyway. The leaders presented it as an opportunity to get artistically creative, which means we’ll be doing all sorts of handicraft work. I’m actually not that talented in these “do-it-yourself”-things (and that is generously said) but with one term they had me in the team for sure, and that one key word was “photography”.
Our theme this year is “get up”, which is an awfully difficult theme and so I spent some time brainstorming about possible ideas for images to capture until the next meeting (It turned out to be a quite demanding task.) when we’ll decide what to produce, to which I went with an already pessimistic attitude.
“Why?” you may ask, “What’s the point then of going to this confirmation preparation?”
Well, due to the point that I’ve actually no real interest in being confirmed, my only hope is that I get to take photos (the only thing creative I’m willing to do with all my heart, picky that I am) and photography was not on the list for sure because most guys were all for sculpting.
When I got there and we finally reached the brainstorming part, everything turned out to be in my favour, fortunately. Two other girls had interest in photography as well – and I think I can’t just pull-off a solo-thing (it’d be really, really rude I guess) – I’m going to take photographs with them while the boys can happily go sculpting and the other do what pleases them (I’ve become really ignorant of other things when I’m relieved that something turned out the way I wanted it to be).
Now the thing is that the whole time they spent arguing about different materials I zoned out to get inspired and actually came up with some ideas. But as I said before, I’m in a group and it won’t be until next time that we discuss our project further. So I just kept on daydreaming, when, a couple of times though, I felt gazes lingering on my ring. That is, the moustache one – my everyday lucky charm. The gaze belonged to the “professional artist” our group is working with: she was sitting next to me, and she probably noticed the lack of oral participation from my part during the discussion or else she wouldn’t have wanted to talk to me afterwards.
Our conversation was really short; the kind of conversation that doesn’t take more than five minutes. But it was special. She asked me first about my ring and why I bought it. I answered that I liked to be different from other people and this is a way of doing so – buying things few people would. She was really interested in this whole “being different”-attitude – and also wholeheartedly approved of it, saying that it’s good to be different. A second later, a bit out of nowhere really, she said that I should just do my own things and not just agreeing with other people’s ideas.
First, I was a bit offended that she thought I wasn’t independent enough to make my own decisions; but she kept on talking and it was during a tiny amount of time passing – seconds probably – that I realized that it didn’t really mind me.
When people notice the fact that I have a bit some anti-mainstream attitudes and generally like to be different, they mostly silently acknowledge it and do not comment further on it. But this was the first time that someone was really interested and also encourage me to go on that way and it felt… nice. There she was, an artist for living, talking to me, wannabe-inspired nobody.
Looking back, it felt like hours but in reality it was presumably only a minute that we spent time talking about some ideas of mine. Somehow I had absolutely no fear of sharing them with her, what with her beaming at me and nodding and saying repeatedly “Just try”. It was only this one minute, but apparently this one minute with her was all it took me to get inspired again. Right in this moment I feel the inspiration creeping up into my brain and I feel very, very excited.
So this is one of the things I like best about life; it takes only one encounter of only one minute but maybe it is the one that turns your life upside-down. It’s all about this little meetings, encounters, the bumping-into-each-other moments and the forever-burned-down-in-my-mind images that makes life exciting, worthwhile and is material for entire books to write about.
Or, in my case, to capture huge amounts of new, inspiring photographs so I’ll be closer to my goal of leaving my mark in the world. (I should hope so, anyway.)
Truth to be told I’ve got this (
original boring) title already last year figured out. I always saw it clearly in my head, with a text of medium length, beneath it everything clear and structured, for it was my goal. A year ago I set up the goal to keep on writing this blog for at least a whole year and I’m still quite astonished that I managed to do so.
Well, not too successfully but at least I managed to get a better result than the one I got with my first blog.
Looking back, it was a bit of a bumpy year and I see now that I’ve chosen my time rather unlucky for it’s been a year with quite a lot of things going on. For some this rather may seem as a fortune but for me it’s quite inconvenient – I always need quite a lot of time to get a post done and time is what was lacking the whole last year.
Anyway, so far, I guess, I’ve succeeded in a rather fair share of posts done; I wanted to write at least 52 to fulfill my PostAWeek2011-duty and I’ve written even more. In fact these are the results of one year of blogging on boredmaiden:
- 1 page
- 8 categories
- 120 tags
- 17 followers
- 181 comments not written by me
- 6439 views of all time (of which I must say most of them were of weird sites)
- … and 73 posts.
Hooray! In fact, I’ve got to say that these are amazing numbers. One year ago I’d thought that by this year I’d probably have one up to two readers, if it even comes to that. But looking at these facts I actually feel immensely proud of what I’ve achieved so far. It hasn’t been easy for most of the time and I’m utterly and terribly sorry for the many times I abandoned this blog and broke my promises. It’s my goal for next to year to catch up with my work and fix these huge post-holes; I want a post for every single week of last year written out and published and I’d be damned if I don’t!
Most importantly I’ve got do to this for you readers; thanks to all of my 17 followers! The discovering of the growing number on my site stats have every time conjured in me various, very positive feelings: I truly felt honoured all over again each time I’ve heard of a new follower. And I was truly touched and I felt very grateful for the fact that you’re following me. I follow quite a few amazing blogs myself and I know that compared to them, this is nothing – and I’m not even talking about the differences language-wise.
I’m also very thankful for all those people who are not following me but still find the time in their busy lives to stop here and there to read some of the posts, to the ones of them who also leave comments and feedbacks and thoughts and generally being very supportive of this whole blogging thing.
Many, many thanks as well to the few bloggers out there who actually have recommended me in their blogroll.
I haven’t thanked you all but let me say to you, be it the first time or the most recent time I’ve found out about someone recommending me – you don’t know how my heart jumps for joy and I feel a lot like giggling all the time and generally being very childish and very girlish. It’s one thing to have your work being praised but it’s another thing to have your work appreciated through recommendation. I’ve never dreamt of it and I still have a hard time believing it these days. So, thank you lots for making me very, very happy in this busy year.
In the end, I guess, I haven’t got much more to say. I can only say that it’s been one hell of a year and a wonderful experience and lots of fun. At first it took me some courage to start; but now I even miss writing in busy times and interacting with all these new acquaintances I’ve made this year. I started as boredmaiden; I’m still boredmaiden at times – but blogging has taken away a lot of boredom out of my life.
So to a new blogging year! You’ll hear from me soon.
Lots of love,
As you probably know by now, I’m a great fan of indie music (and everything else indie, of course). And normally, I have a great interest at keeping this music indie – which means not spreading them to, like, everybody. But then again, they won’t get the attention and support they deserve and worked hard for in each country or in my example – in Switzerland. That’s why I usually recommend bands to maximum three different persons.
But a few weeks ago, I was sick and laid in bed almost all day long. It was incredibly annoying and the only thing that cheered me up was my music. In fact only one band. Listening to them made me so happy and cheerful that I just thought: “I have to recommend this.” They’re already quite famous by now – internationally, but they’re not all too known yet (I asked some people in my circle of friends and none of them knew this band). So this is “Those Dancing Days” for you:
It’s probably no surprise to you when I tell you that these girls are Swedish. Because, let’s face it, Sweden has emerged to one of the most musical talented countries. Remember? There are The Hives, Mando Diao, Shout Out Louds, Sugarplum Fairy… and I only mentioned a few of them. So it was really no surprise to me when I read that they were from Sweden.
And concerning the alternative music scene, I find it hard to find good girl bands. You know, there would be female singers or female guitarists or bassists, sometimes even drummers – but only one or two per band. Rarely in large groups. Which is sad, I think. Half of my iPod consists of bands consisting of a majority of males – and maybe one, maximum two females participating in it.
In my opinion, it shouldn’t be like this – I’m all for girl power and I was so, so happy to find this amazing band.
Those Dancing Days were founded in 2005 by drummer Cissi Efraimsson and guitarist Rebecka Rolfart. Gradually the other members – singer Linnea Jönsson, organist Lisa Pyk and bassist Mimmi Evrell – also came along and they started playing local gigs. Not long after they got their MySpace site – like any other band – and did a lot to get attention. It was in 2007, when they got their first gigs in Stockholm that they were discovered by a blogger and since then their career has been going on upwards.
One year later their debut album – In Our Space Hero Suits – was released and this year their second album brought out: Daydreams and Nightmares.
What I personally like about them is their attitude. Just by looking at their style, whether it is their album booklet, their videos or just themselves, I kind of get a total cheerful mood. I literally feel like dancing. It’s also in the way that they’re able to do good sad songs. I think, that it’s really difficult to write good sad songs. Normally, when someone writes a sad song, it consist of a sad lyrics and an unbearably slow melody (Well, of course this is just a generalisation. There are many people who don’t do it that way, but still, to me, you have to be talented to write a perfect sad song.). As a listener I often think: “Well, it’s not like I haven’t heard this before.” Those Dancing Days put some of their not so happy texts with the exact speed of melody – check out their song Actionman.
What I also like about them are their lyrics: Somehow they’re really touching because they seem (and surely are) very truthful; you can relate to them very easily without having them to use clichéd phrases. For example this passage from the song Hitten:
Slow down, please slow down
I need to find peace, anywhere in me
I feel like I’m under water
struggling to get air
I feel like I’m lost in this body
trying to get inside my head
You probably didn’t know before but I really, really like deep voices. I myself sing alto in our school choir and I prefer to listen to rather deep voices – and also one of the reason I love Those Dancing Days is surely Linnea Jönsson voice, which is really unique and catchy, I think.
So please check them out! They really do great music (and their videos are just so cute…) and are fantastic in any other way as well.
PS: Oh my. I feel like this post needs a lot of editing… I’m only writing shit tonight, sorry.
“Seven Days In Sunny June” – PhotoWeek
So this is it. The final of my second PhotoWeek. It feels kind of sad, not posting photos everyday anymore (or at least not in a while). These days, with all my final exams coming up, it’s nice to have something reassuring, something fixed for the last seven days. There would be easy times, when I just posted the photo, wrote a short comment under it and finished. Then there would be times where I sat hours thinking about an appropriate title, or had troubles editing the photos or my comment just wouldn’t make sense no matter how I twisted and turned it.
Still, in the end, I had so much fun doing this and even more fun sharing these pictures with you. I loved reading your comments or seeing the “likes” on my photos; it made me so happy seeing people appreciate my work. Thanks to you all! You’ve been a great support.
Now, I thought that I could end this PhotoWeek with a large, beautiful picture – but, unlucky as I ever am, my plan fell through. What I want to present to you are photos I made one day during my home economics course.
It was a cloudy day, and later around midday it even started to rain. We all stayed inside for most of the time, actually, even until dinner time it didn’t get really warm anymore. Anyway, we were having dinner and afterwards the cooking half of the class had to do the dishes as well. Since I was not included in that group, two friends of mine and me went out to enjoy some fresh air after being inside the whole day. We were chatting a bit, one of us took some photographs, when suddenly this amazingly colourful and shiny rainbow appeared all of a sudden. We just stared at it in awe and all the while more people came to stand beside us and watched in awe as well. It was so breathtakingly beautiful – I’d never seen such a strong rainbow before!
After our initial shock, everyone ran up the stairs to our dormitories, all cramming in their room for their cameras; and as fast as they ran up (me included) they ran down as well. Being outside again, everyone started to snap frantically, I swear if we weren’t all dazed because of this rainbow to really care, it surely would have looked very ridiculous to us.
I mentioned before that sometimes, I’m quite an unlucky person; and so it was utterly tragic that I left my camera at home for the first week. Instead I borrowed the camera of my room-mate and shot photos with it. I asked her to send them to me a couple of days ago, but she’s having a busy at the moment and when she sent it to me per mail, she sent them all at once. Of course, so they’d fit in one mail, she minimized all the photos – and I didn’t want to trouble her and took them as they were sent to me. When I was editing it, I was first quite shocked at how small they turn out to be – but quite soon got acquainted to their size. Sadly, I couldn’t enlarge them for you, as that would mean that they’d get quite blurred. But I hope that you’ll still enjoy it!
And actually, I’ve got to say that I came quite late and the rainbow was already fading when I was ready to shoot. I slightly edited the photos so the colours would look stronger but there are a few shots where you really have to look closely – sorry!
And now I shut my mouth up and present you these little wonders:
“Seven Days In Sunny June” – PhotoWeek:
During our home economics course we also had some sort of project, which means that we had to create something around a particular theme. Our theme was “colours” and so, me and 2 friends decided to bake macarons, these very famous, light, butter-cream pastry – in Switzerland also known as “Luxemburgerli” by Lindt & Sprüngli.
We decided to make 6 different sorts of them – vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, huckleberry, blackberry and lemon – and it took us about the whole morning to bake them. It actually was a lot of guessing around with the amounts of the ingredients because the basis recipe was only meant for the strawberry version. But in the end it all turned out quite well, we had some larger, some smaller macarons; some were perfect and other almost completely wet (the one with the berries). Lucky for us, a classmate created drinks as her project and we decided to team up and have a sort of “garden party” for our class. For decoration, my group folded some origami crane and swans. As you can see, the black swan was my absolute favourite (as I didn’t fold it).
At about 9 pm everything was set and ready and we delivered our first macarons to the garden. Moments later the drinks came, wonderful colourful and super delicious. As for our macarons – I think most people enjoyed them very much and seeing my class eating them with joy had just made my day.
J as in joyous. J as in Julian. Julian Perretta. And best of all J as in James. James Blunt.
These two names, the exact combination of these two names and persons, to me, pretty much sum up what it takes for an amazing night. And what I experienced yesterday night was exactly this: the James Blunt concert in Zürich with Julian Perretta as the supporting act.
Two days before I, so exited to go, started to listen to James Blunt-songs non-stop. It just seemed so unreal. A few months ago a friend & me decided to go to this concert the moment the first single of his new album was released. We were totally exited; finally a day that stood out from all the boring school days; finally something to look forward to. (And to make it even better my friend paid my ticket for me as my birthday and Christmas present – thanks again!)
So during our train ride there we were discussing which songs he’d play, which songs he should play and with which he starts (our guess: Stay The Night). Arriving at the Hallenstadion (the concert was sold out!) we fought our way through the crowd and sat down on our seats (Little did I know that our seats meant sitting in the mommy-section…), eagerly awaiting our man of the day.
About 8 it started. The amount of people attending this concert was gigantic, especially the crowd (or rather women, haha) in the standing room in front of the stage was impressive. Then Julian Perretta appeared. Until that day I haven’t heard of him before, I just found out that he’s already a chart breaker in France. But the instant I heard his British accent, I melt down. So cute! And he’s got a great singing voice as well, really. His music’s awesome too; a mix between pop and soul (and rock?). An example (and my favourite):
At about half a 8:35 or so he finished – and left with a lot of new fans (including me). Our beloved James meanwhile let us wait about half an hour. Then a man appeared on the stage; you could only see the silhouette, playing guitar. Strangely on the two screens one could see James Blunt personally walking through a door… until I realized that he wasn’t the man on the stage but really, truly was making his way through the crowd in that moment! Oh, how we envied the ones standing down there (and 2 friends of us did, so mean.)
And then when he jumped onto the stage, I finally realized that I was really there and everything happening in that very moment – the screaming, the clapping & cheering, the first chords of So Far Gone – was absolutely true.
I can’t tell you the right order of the songs he played nor how brilliant he was – because he was super-duper brilliant (Does anyone use that expression?), really. He started with So Far Gone, went on to Billy and just jumped from one album to another, which I liked very much. He brought so many good songs and live it sounded even better. He was in such a good mood, that I, already in a good mood, was in “best mood” – I swear after 5 songs my cheek hurt so much from smiling all the time. And he’s just so cute, how he’s that happy to be one stage and he seems to wonder why we were able to sing to so many of his songs… especially Goodbye My Lover: As you see in the video below “we” were singing pretty loud (at about 3:55):
This song was, for me, just the best one; not only that it’s one of my favourites but also his slip of the tongue (“I’m addicted to m…you.”) and – have you seen him blinking his eyes when the whole crowd sang? I’d so much like to believe that this blinking was because of the tears he had to blink back. (That’d be so cute.)
My friend and me, we sang to practically every song along – he just played all the right ones. It just could go on like that forever but sadly everything comes to an end and he finished his set with I’ll Be Your Man. At that point we were so disappointed – I mean, he hasn’t played Stay The Night yet! And 1973 somehow wasn’t played as well. He just couldn’t leave like that, could he? And he came back. First with a rather slow song (don’t know its name) and then, finally, the chords to Stay The Night. By then everyone had stood up and clapped and sang along; it felt just so, so great, being there and watching & listening to him with all those people around you.
The very last song he played was 1973, well-chosen I think, because of the nostalgia and such. But what I’ll remember for the future won’t be 1973 but 2011.
Afterwards we were so happy and in such a good mood, hell, I felt like in heaven. And when I came home I could see the stars in the sky above – the indication for a perfect night. Which it was, for me. Really, truly was.
You ask us to stay the night, James? We’ll do. Over and over again.
How much love can you receive all at once? That’s the question I’m asking myself for a while now. Just before I’ve been sitting on my bed and reading all the nice SMS, letters, album pages and cards I’ve got today. All containing birthday wishes in their own way: In drawings, photographs, collages, written words… from near and from far, far away.
Apparently you can get a lot of love at once. Or better, on one day. Today’s my birthday and while I’ve never been much of a fan of birthdays, maybe I should – in a few minutes I’m going to be sixteen. In Switzerland becoming sixteen means three things:
- You can drink & buy beer legally.
- You can go to clubs.
- Everything’s a lot more expensive than before.
But somehow even on this birthday I can’t be very happy about my new reached age. I’m no great fan of beer, I don’t like to go to clubs (I’m a rather concert or café type) and – who likes to pay more for public transports?
So sixteen’s really rather inconvenient for me – that’s what I thought this morning. And I’ve got to say, I still think the same way about it.
In the last days there were a lot of whispering going on about presents for me among my friends. I never expect presents; it’s totally ok for me to spend a birthday without presents – even the ones from my family. I just don’t like to be at the center of attention (The Happy-Birthday-singing in my Spanish lesson today was awfully embarrassing… I just wanted to run away, really.) and surrounded by dozens of people, looking over my shoulder and even more curious than me about the gifts I’ve got.
But as usually I was wrong. You know what I didn’t expect? The joy. When I woke up this morning I calculated that a lot of annoyance and patience’s needed to survive the day – but actually it started with my mum coming to wake me up with her traditional “hair-ruffling” (this year she left the throw-all-puppies-at-Stella out) and I felt so happy just because of this natural, common gesture. On the way to school I read the letter of a friend from Australia (she sent me a package – that was awesome enough!) and the amount of love I found between the lines had already touched my heart. In school I was welcomed by so many friends – I can’t remember in which order – it all happened so fast and when I opened my locker I saw that my best friend had already put her present into it (My first thought when I saw this was actually “Oh my gosh – how could someone got to my locker without my permission? Is something missing?” And no, I’m usually not paranoid about my school books.) and this surprised me so much (positively) that I already put my biggest smile on my face.
When I came to my main class they were all singing Happy Birthday. (It wasn’t as embarrassing as with my Spanish class.) It was so cute, really, even the boys sang, and I realized that in that very moment, I just wanted to hug them and never let them go, so grateful to have them as my friends.
And now I’m reflecting my whole day; just a few minutes before I’ve become sixteen (congratulations to myself), and sitting here – I feel that I’m not that grumpy anymore. No, after a whole session (1 hour) of responding to all the Facebook birthday wishes and rereading all paper stuff – I noticed the large amount of love and effort and time they all put in their little or big works of art. I’ve just been so egoistic refusing to accept any birthday presents beforehand; I know now that I can’t stop them from doing what they want – and when they’ve already but so much effort and time in it – I should rather appreciate the great amount of sympathy they’ve given me. And I do. I really, truly do.
Friends, family, acquaintances – thank you all for making this day so totally cute and bearable. For making me laugh and almost cry, for making me burst with happiness and smile like an idiot; it was all worth it. You’re great and I love you!
Also for the ones reading and commenting this blog: thanks to you all for almost 2 months of supporting! You make my day – everyday – just by stopping by shortly. Thank you!
Now a song that somehow follows me through my birthday (but has absolutely nothing to do with “birthday”):
Lately there’s always beautiful winter weather here in Switzerland; the sun shines everyday and it’s not very cold either! It makes me so happy that I’ve even got difficulties to not become one of those Facebook weather ladies and post a status like: “I luvvv suNny winter daySsss!!!! 😀 :D”
Instead I spent my enthusiasm on editing the photos I’ve made yesterday on a trip in the immediate area. Here I present you a few of them: