Last night I had a pleasant reunion with Tom Odell, this thanks to Nils as I got the concert for my birthday. The first time I saw Mr. Odell was in New York when Elena and I sneaked into a dinner-concert and got ourselves a table and some wine. I was completely compelled by his stage-presence and the way he humped his piano (didn’t see any of that yesterday though) =(. He and his band have this outstanding energy on stage which simply draws one in. Last night, I started crying during Grow Old With Me because I started thinking of my grandma and grandpa, my ma and pa, whether I will grow old with someone etc. In that moment my romantic, lovie-dovie, “love conquers all”-self thought: deciding on someone for the rest of your life and then do everything to make it work must be the most beautiful happening on earth. In the next, when a new song came on, my cynical self thought: “ÄH! Heck with marriage, people only get divorced anyways” and “ÄH I’ve heard open relationships are the new black.” Only time can tell for me, I guess. I hope for the first though.
I just bought a ‘The Economist’-subscription instead of food. Somehow I thought that was reasonable. Also just got back from the gym where I thought I’d puke all over the treadmill at the same time as I would faint from exhaustion. Second time this week. Get a grip body.
That was a small excerpt from my life.
Over ‘n out.