glad i got you, ms. blue

The last few nights I’ve started really playing my guitar and my bass, how good it is for the soul to remember what you loved when you were innocent, when life hadn’t brought you down yet. I’m getting back into the musical swing and working on slap bass and slide guitar; two of my favorite techniques though I’m pretty poor at executing them myself. But who can be manically depressed with a speed pumping, heavy pick plucking bass jazzing out the bluegrass blues like some fella from a boozy band? No one. That’s who – not even me. Not even fucking me. I love playing piano and I love a good go on the guitar, but for me – the bass guitar has a place in my arms like nothing else. But, I think most musicians you talk to have a favorite. I’ll never be a master bass player, I’ll never rock it like hoppin’ flea or some backyard player with experience of hardship that can make a bass cry and bleed. I realize that, but that’s why I only play for me. Only me. Something I didn’t do when I was young.

So i’m glad i got you — Ms. Blue.
PS. I’d forgotten how dumb my bass-face is. My head bobbing about and my tongue trying to peek through my teeth in concentration.When my dad plays his head move like a weeble-wobble — so i suppose thats where i get it. How does one get a guitar expression like Johnny Depp when they play a good riff? Hahaha, i’ll never know. Who else is guilty of having a dumb expression when loving on their instrument?

** new video! **

Good afternoon everyone! I just posted a new video on youtube. Take a look!
Im hoping to make maybe one video at least every two weeks once i get a consistent system down. And im still working up to making a video from my trip to Denmark.
Anyway, i hope youll go take a look and maybe subscribe. ♡

awake

I’ve been awake since 3.46am this morning and i’m stuck watching middle-aged housewives bitch eachother out on tv. Clearly being rich kept women isnt all its cracked up to be. Around 10am my brother, Jack and i are going to have breakfast at mormor and morfars house which is always a good way to start the day.

Awake

I’ve been having trouble sleeping, something very familiar to me for many reasons, but instead staring aimlessly at the ceiling counting political sheep i venture outside to watch Denmark wake up. Yesterday morning was Christmas morning and i watched the sunrise by myself whilst my camera filmed a timelapse. I scurried around the grounds filming birds flying over the fields and resting in the pine tops. I keep hoping ill see the deer my mother keeps talking about but no luck as of yet.

Last night we celebrated Christmas with my farmor, she makes the best risalamande any side of any place. It was nice to be just 5 of us. Franck, Steph, Jack, Farmor and myself. Laid back, easy and hyggeligt. You don’t need more than that.

It was a lovely Jul with a lot of laughter, story telling and word repetition cause im deaf as a bloodhound with a deficet.

I was falling asleep in the chair by the end of the night, as i am always prone to do, like some father with too happy family. So when we came back to the hotel room we’re sharing i passed out… got 5 hours sleep and here i am. Counting the damn minutes to the menfolk wakes up from their infernal snores.

Im not sure what our day will bring today, but i hope its a simple one. We all talked about visiting town even though everything is closed, but mostly to see familiar places and enjoy the calmness of the morning after Christmas.
Im really glad i set up to blog from my phone — it makes it a lot more convienient when im on the road.. which i am a lot. I found an app to resize my pictures too. Dont get me wrong i prefer posting DSLR pics but its nice to go back to plain basics now and again.

Glædelig jul og godt nytår!

And a happy christmas to those of you who are celebrating today.

an arena of senior horses & possibilities

This week has been relatively great with only one full day of work, a snow day and then a half day today; now the rest of the week is all ours. Tomorrow is thanksgiving, something that doesn’t mean anything to me because i’m grateful every day for what i have, my experiences and so on and so forth. Still — the time off is most definitely welcome! Today was particularly great because i finally got to visit a horse arena that i’ve wanted to visit since before we arrived in Laramie. Any one who knows me knows i’d prefer to be around animals and its a bonus if its horses. So i was incredibly excited about meeting the people, the horses and seeing the area. I felt it went very well. The people were wonderful and incredibly friendly. Their horses were precious senior personalities, old animals are the sweetest. The arena/barn itself was perfect. It had everything you could possibly need.

ranch ponies in the snow

Unfortunately i can’t be there as much as i want due to working full time. I already wanted to be at this barn 24/7 because its a perfect scenario for me, but alas there is not enough time in the day. I desperately want to put myself through a two week course at the Wyoming School of Horse shoeing, which costs a pretty penny, so i have to do the job that pays. But we’ll see what happens. I’ll still be taking some riding lessons and doing some photography/social media work for them in the future, but i’d love to get more involved in that if life allows. Maybe if i get lucky things will fall into place. I sadly don’t see us staying in Wyoming too long, we love the state — i REALLY love Wyoming! Unfortunately there are issues since we’ve arrived that long term may cause us to leave…  but moving is hard and sometimes it doesn’t quite fit right away so we’ll give it time as we always do. I hope for now that i can do the things i want to do here before we decide to leave. We shall see.

big shirts and snow boots. I’m supposed to dress office casual… this is about as good as i get with that. Haha. I’m not made for pretty clothes. Im made to have shit in my hair, wear old jeans and boots all day long.

I didn’t take any photographs as the bossman was showing me around, because i like to experience things first and photograph later (besides i didn’t want to be rude). So next time i go i’ll be taking some senior horse portraits and i’m so unbelievably excited. All the horses wanted attention as i walked through the stalls and by the arena. There was even a big soft draft horse with a fluffy winter coat that i got to have a little chat with. Draft horses are the horses i’d like to specialise in when shoeing and i was told once i’d taken the course in Cheyenne that i’d be more than welcome to practice on their horses for experience. That would be amazing, they even mentioned connecting me with a female farrier who has an excellent reputation. This just sounds too good to be true !  It’d be a dream to be a farrier, i’d love it and i could live anywhere i wanted and make my own schedules, be my own boss. I feel that i may be one step closer… a small step. But a step is a step and i’ll take what i can get.

Anyway, good night friends and sleep well.

our first month

We’ve officially been here a month as of last week, and it’s already been one hell of a ride.
It’s been wonderful. Scary. Stressful x 10. Hard. Exhausting. But we’re here and we’re making it work. Many things have  happened already.
So in it’s honour — the anniversary of yet another big adventure —  here is a minefield of pictures from our first month back in the West.