VIDEOS

Krokstav-emne

At their season's last show, NRK Lydverket invited us out to the Huk bay one early morning of May 2009. It was cold, it was windy and we hadn't played the song with this lineup for many months, still some magic somehow got through. The song is originally a poem written by the North Norwegian poet Helge Stangnes. I don’t know if he is writing in metaphors, but the poem is about how seeds do not nessicarily grow to become vast giants stretching into the skies, and about that things don’t have to be perfect in order to be of perfect use. In my opinion, that counts for both trees and people.

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Magpie Eggs

Early 2008, I met Kråkesølv backstage in Bodø even before their first concert had been held. In 2009, their debut album Trådnøsting was on everybody's lips and sold out all over the country. Just before they visited Store Studio's last show ever to perform a Christmas carol together with Marit Larsen, they found the time to join us in Jakobskirka.

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Silhouette

During the Øya Festival 2008, the guys from Handheld Shows deployed their cameras inside Ernst's house, the place where we recorded half of the Rubato LP. The place is an old brothel, with iron locks on all the doors and rooms so small we couldn't fit the whole band into just one. Ernst's surveillance camera had to take an hour off from guard to document Einar's prescence. Einar even got his own line in the song that day, and it's been his line ever since (now he's even learned how to pronounce it).