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September 21, 2019

What is a newsletter? Well, it's a letter with news, but it's surely nothing if there is no news. What is news? Everything that might interest a reader. But what interests a reader?

I started doing my email-letters because I was told it is the best way to connect with my followers. That might be true, but it turns out that I haven't been able to send out letters on a consistent basis. Thus, it is not a very effective means of communication.  I've come to the conclusion that I've been doubting what is "newsworthy" and not. But… nothing is newswo...

September 15, 2019

☕️Finally sinking down in my bed with a big cup of perfectly made coffee, tired after a long weekend. Me and Erik Rolland drove all the way down to Stavanger to play a two-hour show at BlygeHarry. This was our first full-length concert together. And to be honest, as with most things you do for the first time, there was plenty of room for improvement. However, it was a great way for us to get this duo-project rolling, to get some new input from new roads, and most of all…we had a great time on stage, playing for a small but dedicated audience😊...

September 13, 2019

A MESSAGE FROM ELI

I don't want to make up stories without purpose. I don't want to be smart. Don’t want to be noisy in a loud world. I just want to be. A distinctive voice in a noisy world.

I have lived for 28 years. I have felt a lot. To the point where the pain is equal have I felt your pain. I have been that smallest creature with the biggest shame. That speechless ghost with the most to say.

But I have also been the lady in red with the wildest dreams, firework, and real old fashion girl power. Though, also that has crashed to the grown and...

August 30, 2019

There are different methods to songwriting. My favorite strategy is to write based on “research”. I love when my paper consists of columns of rhymes, synonyms, historical facts, names of cities and places, as well as the lyrical ideas. 🤓
 

Right now I'm writing a song based on the relief you feel when a thunderstorm finally hits you after a long period of drought.⛈
 

Since the idea came out of a feeling, which I don't really have words to describe, I had to create a story around the feeling in order to find an effective way to convey the feelin...

August 30, 2019

Thinking about songwriting. It is such a strange thing. Not as much the commercial songwriting where you gather a bunch of people and write, almost as a day-job. But the singer-songwriter kind of songwriting, where you snuggle up in a candle-light room and try to express you fears, you love, your stories, your secrets. And you try to turn it into something magical; A feeling as real it can almost be physically touched.

But when it comes down to it, it's just a song. One day it will be gone. Why do some of us spend our life putting words togethe...

August 9, 2019

Så vart det ikkje hyttevandring i Jotunheimen i år heller. Og ikkje Camping langs sørlandet. Det sto på lista. Heile Juli var ledig og eg skulle på Norgesferie heilt åleine. Men noko kom i vegen. Meg sjølv?

Og no sit eg her i ein robåt, midt på Hardangerfjorden, ein klar vindstille tysdag morgon kl 08.00. Sola skin gyllent gjennom eit svakt slør av skyer... Midt oppi denne skvulpande lykka og livet sit eg å kjenner på skuffelse og kjedsomheit. Eg dreg på smilebanda, men muskelen reagerer ikkje. Eg løftar hovudet og ser ut på det vakraste eit a...

July 10, 2019

Du spør om råd. Kryssar alt du har av krysslege legeme i håp om at du skal få det rådet du håpar å få. For du veit jo kva som dreg deg. Du kan kjenna kva som får noko til å  hoppa inni deg eller noko anna til å krympa seg. Kva som fyller lungene med lettelse eller legg lokk over utsikten. Men du kan liksom ikkje rettferdiggjera det. Du tør ikkje heilt å tru på intuisjonen, gjer du? Litt for lett, kanskje?

Og jo lengre du grublar og jo fleire gongar du trassar intuisjonen, jo meir rotar kjenslene seg saman til ei tjukk suppe. Det som får hjarta...

June 30, 2019

Instagram blir stundom omtala som ein fasade. Eit glans-bilete. Kvit løgn. Jag etter merksemd. Eit spel. Business og penge-sluk. Bilete-deling har rett og slett fått eit dårleg rykteI, til dels ufortent. Sidan eg er ein av dei som lett let meg blinda og lura av glansen, som brukar instatram flitting, men som også har ei negativ haldning til det, så vil eg prøva å fram-snakka sosial media ørlitegrann.

Kvardagen gjer seg ikkje fortent til eit innlegg. Kven bryr seg om eit bilete av brødskiva mi i eit skjerande lys frå kjøkkenlampen frå...

June 27, 2019

🚎It was only 7 am. The floor in my small room was shaking every time a bus passed by. I pulled the curtains to the side and looked out. The bus had stopped right outside my window. The double door opened and I could see a handful of emotion-less morning faces. Some sat, some stood up, but they all stared emptily out at nothing… "How boring. I'm never ever gonna have a 9-5 kinda a job", I thought….

🎶I kept going with my day. I practiced a little, wrote a little, researched a little, and tried everything I could to be a good freelancer. But whe...

June 20, 2019

((..copied from my diary, written on the fight from Boston(US)-Bergen(Norway)..))

My heart breaks a little bit every time I leave Boston Logan. The flight takes off and all in a sudden I feel like throwing up. There's some sort of longing inside me which my body want to get rid of. Or a love my heart wants to get.

I'm not quite sure if it's all the memories, the time which won't rewind, or the pull between my two different homes, which gives me this nowhere bound kinda feeling. Or if it's this love I felt but never truly had, who still keeps a s...

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