Beklager nok engang mangel på norsk tekst, men det er harde prioriteringer for tiden 😉 Hold ut og ta den engelske versjonen!
Translation: This is one of those days when I ramble to myself all the time – “maybe I should write a book… how? would anyone read it? I don’t even write good blogposts… I want to paint more, but where to do it? I need a bigger house… no, a castle… wait a minute, would that make me a queen? Could we make lots of music in a castle? And seriously what about the music – should I just continue and start on the third album before the second is out? Oh, and concerts… What will it be like? And that booking stuff is difficult, are we too late for the festival season? Can some festivals just come and knock on my door, please?… And speaking of door – I should really paint the front door again, the dog makes it look bad. And at the same time I could paint rest of the entrance and just continue up the staircase and the hall on the first floor? …Or…? Would it make me very exhausted, sad and angry? If it does I don’t care a shit about the colour on the walls or how glossy the ceilings are. Is it really worth it? What is worth what? Maybe I can write a book about that – what everything feels like when I don’t care about the warm plum colour of the entrance, or if the analog synthesizer does not sound as much helicopter as I want it to…”