DJURA

Feminism - finally a trend I’d like to follow.

Or…..A trend I like to lead. 

A few years ago it was rather dangerous to mention feminism in an interview but now Beyonce has it written in gold letters behind her and feminism is now….not the new thing because it’s been a thing for ages but I reckon it is now the new religion. Even though a lot of people still can’t stand it…

There are many ways to view it.  

I became one of the boys. It was easy for me and I liked the hard climate because I’m a no bullshit kind of type.  And there were always boys around everywhere anyway. I both played ball and slept with them. But I started to miss my feminine sides. They are so important if you want to feel good about yourself. 

My dad is a bit annoyed about all the yelling these days for equality, since my mum already earns more than him and has been his boss for many years. Both at work and at home. So what’s the prob? 

But feminism to me is so much more that equality between the genders. 

It is…

-to acknowledge that kindness is a strength, not a weakness. 

-to realise that caring is cooler than not give a fuck. 

-to get used to the idea that we need leaders with big hearts rather than small dicks. 

-to want to erase the extreme hunger for power only frustrated men seem to be able to work up. 

-to at least consider people’s wellness before your own wealth

I don’t think women should rule over men. But I think the feminine qualities is gonna save the world from going under. 

So I tell myself, stop being such a bitch. 

So yeah, I told you I was bored about myself and the sharing and all......well I had a bit of an eye opener lately when I was replying to all of you who wanted my new mixtape. Not only did I find out you all have excellent music taste but.... checking you out I realized that so many of you are artists, activists, specialists etc.  Or just very curious people who are in to odd perfumes, twisted designs, heart breaking photography and mind blowing experiences just like me. 

I spend a lot of time staring in to the abyss of my own work and it was such a great inspiration to check out all you incredible people with your own exciting careers going on. The admiration is mutual, know that much. 

So, let's keep going. Special thanks to the "Mixer" girls in Poland who gave me the two beautiful pieces of their designs that I wore on stage the next days. 

Here's a new track from me, starring in Ada Zanditon's new fashion film. Enjoy. 

So maybe I should stop writing, why don't I? Because every artists should have a fucking blog nowadays and we're told by our record companies and managers to have one. So I'll keep this. And I might write something.  But don't expect it to be informative, clever or amusing because I want to kill myself every time I see the word tumblr. I've changed the name of the blog. High wire poetry is not on anymore. DJURA is the new cool. 

KP

On tour. Midnight in Barcelona. We have played Paris, Zürich, Freiburg Amsterdam and Barcelona so far. Ears burn from the sun. After such a long time with darkness I am overwhelmed by the sun. I don't know what to do with it.  Liverpool-Westham 0-0. Got myself a book about Salvador Dali. I like his super cocky attitude and next time in Spain I got to go to his museum outside Barcelona. 

Nearly got robbed today by a weird camera man. I then a police man stopped me for crossing the street on a red light when I tried to get away from him. I almost got a ticket but I talked my way out of it, damn it. 

We played Silencio in Paris (which is the David Lynch's members club for the once who don't know). Beautiful place and the gig was great.  The next night we were invited to a concert there with James Blake performing an improvisation concert only him and the piano. Maybe 50 people in the audience. Magical stuff is going on in that place. James Blake wasn't absolutely magical. But he was alright. And the vibe in that place is something really special. 

Next stop is The Lexington in London the 10th of April and I can't wait to play there again. I've made so many good friends there the last 3 years.

I live a nomads life. Sometimes I hate it. Sometimes I love it. Right now I feel alright. 

Watchin Ross Noble on recomendation from Steven Braines. 

Is it normally this cold in March?  Seems like God has put his white iron coat over Scandinavia hoping we all gonna freeze to death. 

Saw the other day that the song I've written for the norwegian entry in the Eurovision song contest  is the 2nd favorite to win the whole damn thing. Wow. That would be pretty cool if that happened. Can I suggest you vote for it? 

Watch it here. 

Today I'm doing my premier on the catwalk as the finale number for Haizhen Wang at London fashion week. He has designed a very special piece and had it hand made in Greece before it was sent back to the UK for me to wear tonight. Who would have thought that something like that would happen to the girl in this picture. This is me when I was twelve. Not many people believed me when I said I was gonna be a singer.

 I feel very proud and honored to get to do all these crazy things beside singing, even if music will always be my biggest passion.

KP 

My dream has come true. Simple as that. Last year, my wish was to go to Istanbul. It didn't happen. But in two weeks it will. I'm booked for a concert there the 15th of Feb and I just can't wait to get on that plane. 

Seems to be, dreams actually come true if you know how to wish them. It's hard. Sometimes you think you want something but then it turns out you didn't......And sometimes your subconscious wishes things for you that you didn't quite know you needed. 

The start of this year was a night mare. But after a few serious kicks in my own ass it is getting better.  And I have been writing some new tracks for a new album. 

Next week I go to Oslo to do the  installation "The Hunter"  at the opening of Oslo fashion week. It's the premier for a new short film about my journey as an artist by Zoe Hazelden and Mel Postma showing costume design pieces by Annike Flo . And at the end of the month I'm doing my first cat walk show ever at London fashion week. Scary? Yes. 

Right now I'm in the backstage area in Leipzig, waiting for the show to start with a bunch of handsome boys eating shrimps around my table. I would like to always have a bunch of handsome shrimp-eating boys around my table when I think about it.......

Almost every time I think about writing on this blog I end up not. It's because I feel I don't really have anything interesting to say. And I don't. But this time the urge to write is bigger than the second guessing. It just turned 2013 and the emptiness in my chest , I can't control. 

I am turning 35 years old this year. What the hell am I doing with my life? And why? It sure isn't for the money. I could have earned more doing just about anything else.  Do I really make any sort of difference with my music? Probably not.

On stage, everything else disappears. Maybe that is why I do it. To get away.

I'm scared. I'm scared of not being brave enough. Of not making any difference. I am scared about turning 35 in this business. Not long ago I was told by one of my partners in the business not tell people how old I am. What kind of fucked up bullshit is that? I am scared of the fact that one day I might want to become a mother and I travel more than half of the year now. I don't want to quit because of that. I need music in my life. It's what I live and breath for. But it's also a curse. A need so big that life becomes meaningless without it.  And I am a lion so I fight. Fight real hard. 

Yesterday I had the pleasure to sit down properly with one of my heroes and newfound friends Ari Behn. When I once said in an norwegian interview that the person I'd like to take with me to a deserted island was Ari Behn, the interviewer looked at me with serious doubt in her eyes. Why on earth would I want to take HIM to a deserted island?  

After meeting Ari yesterday it stand clearer than ever. I would simply have a great time with a generous, enthusiastic and life-embracing man who doesn't let anything stand in his way to make the most out of life. Oh, I wish their were more people like him and why on earth do the norwegians find him so annoying? Yes, I know the answer. He isn't down to earth and I can't see any reason why he should be.  A refreshing and inspiring day for me and Kjetil and a reminder that life is pretty cool after all. 

Listening to Njena Reddd Foxxx today

Anders Breivik got his sentence today and the world (especially Americans) is shocked by the norwegian criminal justice system that seem to be far too gentle. Hard to say. Personally, I'd prefer him to rot  in a cell without no contact with anyone for the rest of his life, but there are more nuances in the justice system I guess. 

This summer hasn't been all about Breivik but a lot about festivals and gigs too and I have seen a few acts that really deserves to be mentioned.

Remember this name: Kristal & Jonny Boy who funny enough come from the same village as I do. They are an interesting, charming, mind blowing act that everyone who wants to expand their imagination should see. Like nothing else really. Check it out. You can also see them live when we do a midnight concert together New Years eve 2012  in my church in Sweden. 

Name number too is slightly more well known. Motörhead. I got to see them when I was at Sweden rock this summer and it rocked seriously hard. Will never forget. 

The last one who blew me through the roof was Micachu & the Shapes who I had the pleasure to see at Skanka loss which is one of the most brilliant little festivals in Sweden. A more charming band is hard to find these days and they were so intricate and weird and yet so immediate and warm. What a gig. 

It doesn't matter that the weather has been shit, that the car has broken down a few times and that there are endless things to deal with. Things are fine when you get to go to gigs like that. 

Sometimes I feel that time is generous. In this world where everything goes faster I sometimes find a pocket in time where everything goes slower. Like today, when I am only home for one day before I jump on a plane again. I have time to write this. I've done so many things today and still it's not even time for the first Euro cup game to begin. All my clothes are washed, I've had time to look through books, a walk in the rain, I've put up a new magazine shelf, I'm cooking mexican dinner and even had time to do some research on the internet about stuff that I like. And the other night, when I had just a few hours to sleep, time stretched out so it felt like I had slept forever when the alarm rang. I had time to sleep, think through my life a couple of times and dream all sorts of dreams. In just three hours and I woke up feeling great. Not everything rushes on. There are pockets of slow time. 

Let tomorrow never come. 

I opened the door to the public toilet in terminal 5 at Arlanda airport. There was a muslim woman standing in front of the mirrors. She was the only one in there when I came in. In her 40ties I would guess,  with a very beautiful face. And she had just taken off her burka.

I've always wanted to see what's underneath a muslim woman's burka. She had just a normal navy blue t-shirt and black stockings on,  but that didn't moderate my excitement.  Just the fact that I got a glimpse of what was underneath her burka gave me a weird feeling inside and I almost blushed. I have been let in on a secret. She hurried to put it on when I came in. But I had already seen it.