: topic:Pardy Hardy

Pink Jizz

ccseabass — 2009-11-10T00:19:00Z

Six people, one case of Tannenzäpfle, three bottles of Soju, two bottles of gin and one spray can of Silly String. And this is what you'll get...

Kikin' It!

ccseabass — 2009-08-26T09:45:00Z

One and half weeks ago good friends Saskia, Dani and Tim held their annual birthday party at Saskia's parents garage. This tradition goes back at least five or six years, each time with a different theme. This year it was 'KIK'. The aim was to buy a complete outfit at admittedly pretty trashy german clothing discounter KIK for the least amount of money. At the end of the night the three winners were presented with their grand prizes: three variations of utterly useless flytraps.

Anyways, I really like these parties. For one because it's one of the few times of the year where almost my entire old high school clique comes together. And also because it's so reminiscent of the old days, when during summers there was a garage party almost every weekend with cheap booze, bad music and the occasional teeny drama. We still got the booze and music but the drama's been replaced with drunken (pseudo)philosophical discussions :D

Crazy Night

ccseabass — 2009-05-03T14:42:00Z

Good to have had one of those again. Been a while.

Girl Pusher

ccseabass — 2009-03-30T19:02:00Z

My new dream job. Ok, maybe just an incredibly witty way to make a headline for the two concerts I went to last week: Girl Talk and Squarepusher.

First one was truly great blood, sweat and tears baby! Seriously though, I did bust my lip open on some girls head that night. Anyways, what's extremely sympathetic about that young man from Pittsburgh, is, that he actually wants to be surrounded by the crowd and explicitly asked the people to enter the stage as soon as possible. And they did. He thanked them by throwing a helluva a party. Now if the only the Norwegian crowd did too... No, I don't wanna be too harsh, they get a B for effort. Still, when it's Girl Talk in the house there should better be more than 1/3 of the people dancing their ass off. Next time. By the way, the opening act was the hilarious Captain Credible. That guy went totally havoc on stage while producing some pretty bad ass music. Be sure to check out his videos when visiting his MySpace site!

As for Squarepusher. Well, it wasn't spectacular but it wasn't horrible either. I guess 'decent' describes it best. Probably a concert with him 5 years ago would have been more thrilling. Still good to have seen such a legend of electronic music live for once. By the way, all the pics from the Girl Talk concert are © Bjørnar Håland / groove.no. My cam only seemed to wanna work after the concert :P

INTENSE!

ccseabass — 2009-03-07T16:15:00Z

Shit, that was good! Last night was by far the best party I've been to here in Oslo. It was nice to see that Norwegians actually can get down and dirty when the right premises are given. And Buraka Som Sistema did just that. Pumping, energetic, all out Kuduro sound from beginning to end it was basically impossible not to freak out for one and a half hours straight. Best moments of the evening: getting 15 girls on the stage to 'represent' (hot) and one song sampling The Prodigy's 'Firestarter'. Not quite the most intense concert I've ever been to (that title is still held by a number of Ska and Punk concerts a couple of years back) but definitely among the top ranks.

Now I just need to find people to go to these gigs with me (boys, I miss you!). I'm getting kind of bored of always having to go by myself, but no one I've met so far seems to share my particular taste in music... But at least it felt like Bubba was there had a 2m buff guy with white t-shirt, 5mm hair and un-shaved face dancing next to me all concert long :D

Unfortunately, my trusty little party cam had one too many hits last night, resulting in partial data loss. The pics and vids left on the memory card aren't really worth showing, so I'll just post Buraka's latest video, which gives a pretty good impression of their style. Just imagine that in a packed 10x12m club with temperatures around 35°C, much more bass and movement...

EDIT: Stian told me of a blog today that actually had quite a couple of nice shots from the concert. I put a couple of the together and dropped them here to look at. For more check Smuglesning.

Bloc Partying

ccseabass — 2009-02-28T11:03:00Z

Yupp, you guessed it another concert. Last Monday I went to see Bloc Party at Sentrum Scene, which despite its relatively big size is a pretty cool location. Lots of small, slightly elevated platforms let even the people in the back have a good view. In addition, there's a seated gallery for people who just wanna watch the concerts in more chill way.

The concert itself was good but not great. The sound was pretty awfully mixed from time to time and the Norwegian crowd just didn't wanna get quite jiggy wid' it. I had seen Bloc Party before, a couple of years back in Frankfurt. When I walked out of the concert hall back then, my jeans were completely soaking wet with sweat from all the dancing and pogo-ing. This time around the people only really went nuts for the last two songs. Of course there was a bit of jumping and clapping before as well, but even singer Kele Okereke, who had first praised us as "probably the most stylish crowd we have ever played for", at one point shouted "C'mon people, this isn't fucking Snow Patrol playing here!".

But hey, whenever things actually started getting a bit rougher, the securities up front would get up on the stands, point at people, give 'em a grim look and shake their heads as if saying "Any more movement and I'm pulling you out!". It's a rock concert for fuck's sake! If people arent' allowed to freak out and have fun then, when ever? They seriously have to get their security 'concept' overhauled...

By the way, the opening act, of which I only saw three songs quite good ones though was Delphic. And just listen to the shockingly amazing sound quality of my digicam ;)

Bleed Boys Go To Town

ccseabass — 2009-02-01T01:17:00Z

To welcome the new guys Stian, Åge and Alex at Bleed, we had a little gathering yesterday. First at the agency with beer, cider (for the German sissy boy...) and good ol' Dolly Dimple's pizza. And later at Revolver with more beer and weird conversations. Fun night, but I'm never ever touching that damn Snus again...

Big Pimpin'

ccseabass — 2008-12-15T21:51:00Z

Bleed Crew vs. Party Svenske's Finest

Last Night's Party

ccseabass — 2008-12-15T19:09:00Z

...was a good one. Ok, technically it was the parties of last Friday and Saturday, but this way the title sounds better.

Friday we had a traditional Christmas dinner called Julebord with Bleed at the most posh / fancy restaurant I have ever been in my entire life. Beautiful view over the city, lots of people in suits and evening gowns (me posing as the definition of 'underdressed'), very exquisite food and a wide array of alcoholic beverages all through the feasting. In return we landed at probably the worst club, I have ever been to. Bad interior, worse music and more people in suits and dresses with the false belief they could dance. At least Alex and I had something to gossip about...

Saturday started with another dinner, this time at Johan's place, who prepared some pretty damn good thai food. Cheap wine and vodka got us in the mood for several sing star battles (I lost most of them) before heading out to an inner city bar. This alleged popular gay hang out turned out to be quite a lot of fun. We demolished some furnishing, sang our hearts out to Will Smith songs and had mad SLR cam battles. Plus I was approached by a Swedish/Swiss girl who was really eager to take a picture of my t-shirt turns out she's the girlfriend of Michi Albin, founder of Albin Snowboards, whose stuff I was wearing then. Passing out to Family Guy at Johan's place and walking home through the shivering cold at 6:30 a.m. made for a pretty interesting night.

Nice.

Niklas' Last Night

ccseabass — 2008-12-07T00:03:00Z

Yesterday evening was my flatmate Niklas' last one in Oslo for quite a while. The bastard's going to Austria to 'work' at a snowboard shop, party and ride fresh powder every day for half a year. A couple of his Swedish friends were throwing a little going-away party for him at their place and we were asked to join. So Øystein, ex-roomie Moy and I followed that invitation.

To make along story short: the night ended in mayhem. First at a very cool apartment with nice view over the bay and then at a cheesy bar/club called Tempest. But hey, we were drunk as fuck and I had maybe the most fun night here so far. Especially because the guys I was with were pleasantly non-macho, meaning their first immediate act after walking into the bar was not to scout the premise for hot tits'n'ass before going on an all evening pussy hunt. They, just like me, seem to be going out to get drunk, dance and have fun. And not primarily to get laid. I think I'll be going out with these guys a bit more in the future :)

Some side notes:

I am now officially known as 'Ze Gerrmen'
vodka + beer + tequila + cuba libre + more beer + party smoking is not a good idea
neither is leaving the window open all night in your drunk sleep when it's below zero outside
"I dare you to dance with that fat chick" is a fun game
people puking blood is not a pretty sight
and have you ever thought of smoking a potato?

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

ccseabass — 2008-12-06T22:22:00Z

Last Tuesday the WeSC concept store, on which I have been working on the past two months, finally opened. Without my graphics.

Yupp, due to some 'miscalculations' in the time management along with the label's need to open up in the lucrative Christmas season, my stuff will be added on in the next couple of weeks. But not to worry, there's also some engravings, logos and signs still missing. What a chaotic project.

But it already looks good even without graphics. And the opening party on location and at Horgan's was crowded anyways. Unfortunately only Alex, her sister and me were there to represent Bleed. I guess the other one's are getting too old for that kinda thing ;)

Bleed Does Brave

ccseabass — 2008-11-26T22:49:00Z

As mentioned before, last Friday Bleed had the big vernissage to open their exhibition under the title of "Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness".

Kick off was at 6 p.m. and already at 7 the place was pretty much packed. Even though there was natural fluctuation with people continuously coming and going, it somehow stayed that way til around ten thirty. The barkeeps from Bombay Sapphire were mixing free delicious cocktails nonstop the gin brand with the cool blue bottles thankfully sponsored us , Alex' brother was spinning hip electro tunes and the crowd, me included, enjoyed themselves. Already arriving tipsy from downing a couple of Vodka Bulls at home, I drank my way up and down the menu card. This of course directly contributed to my incapability to take pictures this night. And that is why over half of the ones you see here have been shot by Astrid :)

What made the night even more so enjoyable, was the fact that Felix, Sas and Chris from back home as well as almost my entire flatshare managed to drop by and witness the whole thing. On this note, thanks to all of you guys!

At about 11 we had to close down the bar as there was simply no booze left. The entire Bleed staff plus a couple of friends then continued on to a relatively posh bar/restaurant right across the street called Südøst. Chugged a couple of more beers and glasses of champagne, had a lot of laughs and finally called it a night around twelve thirty. After all, the German visitors and me had to get up at 8 next morning with 350km of road ahead of us...

P.S. 3rd image from the left, bottom row: nominated for best f***ing party pic on this blog :D

I Went To See 'Late Of The Pier'

ccseabass — 2008-11-01T18:28:00Z

...and all I got was this lousy poster.

There was a point last night where I just wanted to scream my fucking guts out. Use all the swearwords I know and hit something very hard at the same time. That kinda angry, you know? But first things first.

It started by me going to a popular local club and concert venue called Blå to see the British indie rock band Late Of The Pier, of which I have become a pretty big fan over the past weeks. Had been looking forward to this concert for quite a while. I got there around a quarter to 10, it was very empty and didn't even look like the support band was about to start. So I went to Bleed, whose office is very close, to get some beer from the fridge (hehe). There I encountered Astrid, who I was supposed to meet at the venue later, also sipping a cold Ringnes. So we stayed and chatted for a bit while drinking up. After half an hour we decided to get some food and then head back to Blå.

At about 11 we were back at the concert. We went in only to see the band perform the last 30 seconds of their last song. Yupp. That was it. No encore. No nothing. 25 bucks right out the window. To be honest, I didn't give a shit about the money. But I had just missed the fucking concert! I was oh, the irony too late. $@!&%*! Ok, I screwed up. On the other hand, those bastards must've started when the place was just halfway filled and only played 45 minutes, max!

In the end, Astrid managed to get our tickets partly refunded and we decided to stay for a bit, while the support DJs started their relatively crappy set after the concert. Argh. This way, I at least had some time to check out the place. I must say, after having heard so much about it and knowing that they get pretty big acts on a regular basis, I was quite shocked by it's size. It's really small! Nice, cozy, cool but small! Not tiny, but still...

After another hour or so we met up with our fellow Bleedian André and his girlfriend Kine. After seemingly endless walking through a friggin' cold Oslo night t-shirt and hoodie are definitely not enough for these kinda temperatures we landed at a pretty nice bar called Hell's Kitchen, got drunk and ended up having a pretty fun time after all.
So it wasn't entirely bad.

But still, damn you, bad timing!

Screwy Night

ccseabass — 2008-10-26T15:23:00Z

Wow, that was chaotic. Don't think, I've ever covered so much distance by foot and train on a single night. After the Streets gig had been called off, I had to find a new Saturday night activity. Luckily, my roomies Magnus, Niklas and Frederica were in a drinking mood.

So we started off with getting hammered by playing some Swedish drinking games and then headed to an Oktoberfest-Party (yupp...) at the local student house. After a really long walk and standing in the biggest friggin' cue I've ever been in at least 500 people for 15 minutes, the bouncers called it quits and closed the entrance for the night. Ok then, no Bavarian beer tonight.

We then took the train to the center never seen such a party-crowded metro and started walking to some private party Niklas knew about. At that point we had already lost Magnus, who was off chasing blond Swedish tail. After walking for another half hour, Niklas got a call and found out that we had been walking in the wrong direction the whole time. So, change of plans again. Went back to the center and met a couple of friends of the two. No clue where we should head, Frederica finally took action and steered us towards a club she had heard about.

After another half hour walk, we arrived at The Villa. Another cue, more waiting, frustration level rising. At 2 o'clock we got in, at last. So we had one hour left to party remember, everything in Oslo shuts down at 3. But it was worth it! Even though we didn't party all out or anything, it was good to discover the place. It used to be a gay club and that was indeed very obvious: very cave-like with lots of dark corners and small chill-out rooms. There were basically three main areas, electro/house, D'n'B and chillout with the music being good, but not great. Still, a very cool vibe. The place was even voted 94th in the Top 100 clubs worldwide by DJ Magazine (Panorama Bar = 6th, Robert Johnson = 32nd), which ain't bad for a town like Oslo.

Anyways, after enjoying the last one and a half hours at the club, we went to some friends place to drown out the night with some good ol' fashioned chilling. And the trashing of Johan's bed...

P.S. I'll put another "Peeps and Homies" post up soon, so you'll be able to see the people I'm always talking about.

The Shitness

ccseabass — 2008-10-04T12:01:00Z

After already having been out in Oslo a couple times now, last night was the first time that counts. Why? Because I think, what I've experienced yesterday, was a glimpse of the 'real' nightlife here at least in one part of town. So far I've been to a hip-hop party and a reggae-bar, but this time my roomies Magnus, Frederica, Øystein and me went out to a typical Oslo bar/club. Not without having the obligatory Norwegian 'Vorspiel' (yes, that's what it's called here...) with lots of friends, beer and vodka at our place beforehand of course. The place we went to was a relatively posh live-DJ bar in the center called 'Nichol & Son'. The music mostly crap, the venue a bit too expensive for my taste and the people without exception beautiful. What started as a mellow bar night, ended in a mad craze of happy, drunken, dancing bodies. And Magnus almost landing a mother-daughter-threesome...

Things I've learned last night:

you need your ID almost everywhere
the minimum age for some clubs here is 26 (no shit!), meaning we couldn't get in...
the party folk here is 60% Norwegian and 40% Swedish, the latter infamously dubbed 'The Party Sverige'
the main goal for the night for most of these people is to get laid that goes for the guys just as well as the girls
that also means, they'd rather go to a place where the vibe/atmosphere sucks but the people are hot, than where music and surroundings are killer and the crowd 'normal'
that on the other hand, they ARE very open and getting into conversations goes insanely fast
Gentleman enjoys great popularity as party music here
I can still be shocked by the domestic prices one beer = 7,50€
Oslo rain sucks ass
my party smoking habit has gotten out of hand
two restrooms for 200 people just ain't enough
at 3 a.m. the lights go on and the party's over
there's something called 'Nachspiel', usually at someone's home, to compensate for the short opening hours
there's a lot of inner-flatshare partner exchange going on in my apartment

oh, and that I very much like having my ass grabbed by beautiful Swedish blondes... :D

In that sense, takk for i aften!