It’s a real pleasure to be a third of the way to completion of the new material for the next Mister Nervous album A PLACE FOR ME. It’s all I can do to keep myself from sharing the rough mixes with everyone but this time I’m gonna get ‘er finished before the reveal. It’s gonna be real different from the DRAMA cd from a while back, but in a strange way it’s a return to form. Back long ago I released several cassette albums, 45 minutes of tape-hissing bliss crudely recorded on a four track Fostex. Those recordings sound awful quaint and sloppy now, but the DIY spirit in ’em is still strong in the new stuff… the new tracks are just considerably more polished and better engineered. So here they stand before the mighty 32 track KORG studio, (speaking to the old trax I say:) I’m gonna do you fellas proud with the new stuff!
You may have noticed that we’ve been gone for a bit but I’m happy to say that’s over.
It’s been a great year so far – some really cool things happened – like when I was asked to perform at the BMG music event here in LA where celebrated they the Buddy Holly legend as the entire catalog of his work found a new home at BMG (I got to meet Mrs Holly! And perform on a stage with Peter Asher and Waddy Wachtel!)
Earlier this spring I was invited to see the kick off of the new tour and album release from Richie Furay (of Poco and Buffalo Springfield)!
And production on the new Mister Nervous album project (Currently titled ” A PLACE FOR ME”) has been proceeding nicely.
I’ll say more later but this is just to proclaim that the site is back and it’s moving ahead.
The next Mister Nervous video now in production is for Blue Day (the only song to be featured in two versions so far: the DRAMA album version already available and the original album version from CURMUDGEON (2008) that will be the music for the new video – and the CURMUDGEON album is being prepared for a new release with better mixes and additional songs – it’ll be retitled FREE ).
Here is one of the images that’ll be in the new video.
and here’s the front cover for the upcoming album:
We’re pretty excited here at NervousWorld West about this upcoming release and can hardly wait for you to see the next video.
Mister Nervous – What You Said from Mister Nervous on Vimeo.
Here at our global h.q. NervousWorld West we’ve (OK: I’ve ) been working to bring you new and better stuff (the pros like to call it “content”) here in 2015.
This is finally beginning to pay off for YOU, the media consumer…
and here’s the first proof: the first ever music video from Mister Nervous.
WHAT YOU SAID is a brand spanking new song that was actually years in the making (I dare ya to ask why) and now here it is
ready for mass dissemination and worldwide adulation… er
ahhh just watchit, please!
It’s good to have friends. While on our European Honeymoon my new bride Chelsea and I were especially grateful to have friends in London. With a posh flat in Pimlico.
Near the river Thames and one block from a tube station.
On one of the most convenient subway lines in town.
While there I met a number of her university chums and was welcomed warmly. We saw the typical stuff (a drink at a pub by Big Ben, The Buckingham Palace and gardens, stuff like that) and passed the iconic Battersea Power Station (seen in a shot in The Beatles’ 1965 movie Help!(“The Royal Fuse has just blown!”), in the video for the 1982 hit single “You’ve Got Another Thing Comin'” by Judas Priest and the cover art of Pink Floyd’s 1977 album Animals).
Of course we went to a museum, I’m guessing you already figured that out from reading all these bits I put up about our journey this year. This time it was the Tate Modern in the former Bankside Power Station (we love those art deco monoliths, yes we do).
By now you’ve probably grown bored by reading about our journey and perhaps you’ll soon glaze over as you would when great grand-dad pulls out his 50 year old 35mm slideshow of his trip to [insert boredtodeath location here] but I’ll sign off of the Honeymoon reflections here with one last bit.
Chelsea’s a born traveller, restless, inquisitive, well organized and willing to wrestle with the little things like schedules, transportation arrangements and suggested destinations that would drive me nuts. I am incredibly lucky that this woman married me and I’ll keep the memories of my first trip abroad with me forever. Thanks for your interest, friends, we’ll keep you posted as we travel about.
I’m gonna make some new music now. See ya next week.
From the day we first met to talk my wife has been talking about her experiences in Europe, and her university days in Scotland. One thing that kept coming up is that Edinburgh has the most awesome Starbucks in the world (that’s right, Starbucks) by virtue of it’s location looking toward Edinburgh Castle. Well during our honeymoon trip Chelsea made certain that we started our first day in Edinburgh with breakfast at that coffee house looking at the Castle we’d soon be exploring.
From its position on the Castle Rock the historic fortress dominates the Edinburgh skyline. There has been a castle on the rock since the 12th century and it was a royal residence until the Union of the Crowns in 1603. It has been besieged, both successfully and unsuccessfully, on several occasions. With the exceptions of St Margaret’s Chapel from the early 12th century (the oldest building in Edinburgh) the Royal Palace and the early-16th-century Great Hall, the surviving buildings are from after the Lang Siege of the 16th century, when the medieval structures were largely destroyed by artillery bombardment.
We spent the better part of an appropriately rainy day exploring the Scottish National War Memorial, the National War Museum of Scotland and the very moving regimental museums that are in the castle, and also viewing a full-on description of the saga of the royal Scottish regalia, known as the Honours of Scotland (or Scottish Crown Jewels). These exhibits are complete with dioramas dramatising the key points during the honours history as they’ve been hidden and even lost over the course of their existence.
It’s the world’s largest sculpture park consisting of the work of a single artist… 200 plus sculptures in bronze, granite and wrought iron: Gustav Vigeland’s lifework.
He lived from 1869 until 1943, and it seems as if he spent the entire time sculpting. He was also the designer of the Nobel Peace Prize medal.
In 1921: The Municipality of Oslo agreed to build a studio, residence and future museum for the artist and his work. In return Vigeland donated nearly all his works, previous and future, to the city. The artist also designed the architectural layout of the park which was completed between 1939 and 1949.
Showcasing a large body of work there are peaceful and moving pieces throughout the park, while many others are quite bizarre and disturbing. This seems appropriate as it was Vigeland’s intention to reflect the human condition in the sculptures.
At the highest point in the park there’s a 46 foot high Monolith… 121 human figures form a pillar carved from a single piece of granite represent man’s desire to become close with the spiritual world. This and the Angry Boy sculpture are the most popular attractions in the park.
For some reason many visitors to the park want to be photographed while holding the Angry Boy statue’s hand, which has worn off the brownish green patina from the bronze and given Angry Boy a golden hand. This actually concerns the staff of the museum as traces of Gustav Vigeland’s original modelling have disappeared from this behavior.
While the museum has stated (in typically polite Norwegian fashion),”We encourage the public to help us taking care of The Angry Boy by not touching his hand. Thank you for our co-operation”, it seems unlikely (to me at least) that this suggestion is likely to be taken seriously by the general tourist public.
Seems my bride and I don’t travel to experience gourmet meals, raise heavenly bar bills or lay by the pool at some opulent hotel…from Bodie to Memphis, Reno to Oslo: it seems that what Chelsea and I like to do the most is… go to museums. Nerds together whatever the weather, I suppose, no wonder we get along.
The Fram (“Forward”) is a ship preserved at the Fram Museum in Oslo. She’s sailed farther north (85°57’N) and farther south (78°41’S) than any other wooden ship. Used in expeditions of the Arctic and Antarctic regions by Norwegian explorers, she was built for Fridtjof Nansen’s 1893 Arctic expedition in which she was supposed to end up surrounded by the Arctic ice sheet and float with it over the North Pole. Locked in the ice, the Fram was carried for hundreds of miles over three years, and the course of her drift changed many times, but the ship never did get as close to the Pole as they had hoped – the northernmost point reached: 85° 57′ ̒N. Expedition leader Nansen realized that the Fram would not get as close to the North Pole as he had expected, so he and Hjalmar Johansen left the ship on March 14th 1895 and set out with three dog-drawn sledges in an attempt to make the Pole across the ice. They didn’t make it and had to abandon the attempt on April 9th, setting course for Franz Josef Land, where they were forced to spend the winter in a crude hut.
In 1909 Robert E. Peary claimed to have reached the North Pole, and while Norwegian explorer Roald Amundsen had planned to try for the North Pole, this news filled Amundsen with a desire to make a bid for the South Pole instead. He did all the detailed planning himself taking great pains to keep his decision a secret, even from his crew.
While competing British explorer Robert Falcon Scott put his faith in “modern” motorized sledges and horses, Amundsen took 100 North Greenland sledge dogs—the best and strongest available. Besides their durability as pack animals, dogs could be fed to other dogs and could provide fresh meat for the men in the polar party. One of the Scott’s motor sledges was lost during its unloading from his ship, breaking through the sea ice and sinking, and later when advised to kill ponies for food Scott refused to do it. Fellow explorer Oates is reported as saying to him, “Sir, I’m afraid you’ll come to regret not taking my advice”, and in fact four ponies died during the journey either from the cold or because they slowed the team down and had to be shot.
Amundsen’s Norwegian experience with cold weather travel and his pragmatic common sense combined with a bit of luck allowed his team to reach their goal, while it seems that Scott’s reliance on machines and horses, and perhaps his headstrong British stubbornness, led his expedition to disaster.
The Fram Museum exhibits flesh out the story of these and other expeditions in great detail, and even more than that you can board the vessel and wander through most of her compartments and all of her deck, making the experience very immersive as you see the quarters, common areas, engine room and deck of the small vessel that men took such daring risks on.
Called one of the finest finds to have survived the Age of the Vikings, the Oseberg ship (or in Norwegian: Osebergskipet) is a remarkably well-preserved Viking ship discovered in a large burial mound at the Oseberg farm in Vestfold county, Norway. It was discovered and excavated from the largest known ship burial in the world by Norwegian archaeologist Haakon Shetelig and Swedish archaeologist Gabriel Gustafson in 1904-1905. It’s on display at the Viking Ship Museum located on the Bygdøy peninsula in Oslo. The hall for the Oseberg ship was built and the ship was moved from University of Oslo shelters in 1926. The halls for the additional displays of Viking Ships ships found in Gokstad and Tune were completed in 1932.
Nearby are other museums, including the Kon-Tiki and Fram and the Norsk Folkemuseum. Bygdøy is largely a residential zone of upscale demographics and as you head to the museums you pass by The King’s Forest and the Bygdøy Royal Estate (which is the official summer residence of the King of Norway and protected from development).
My bride and I visited this area while in Norway on our honeymoon and so, armed with a traditional Norwegian carryalong lunch of open-faced cheese and butter sandwiches (separated by wax paper), Chelsea and I set out for our day as museum nerds in Bygdøy.
Looking at these artifacts it’s very striking what hearty folk these Vikings were, setting out on ocean voyages on such tiny spartan vessels. Norwegians in general are often taciturn people, not given to anything like the over-enthusiastic behavior of people here in Los Angeles. I’ve been told that they treasure solitude and that on a day-off hike in the woods it can ruin the entire experience for a Norwegian should they encounter another person. We were treated with such warmth in Oslo that the expected feeling of disorientation I imagined before I got there never happened. I didn’t know the language and had never experienced such sustained sunlight, yet being there surrounded by my wife’s “second family” from her school days I felt at home almost immediately.
Summer is short in that part of the world, and in Oslo people waste no time in celebrating the warm weather. The country is beautiful, and the city of Oslo, for example, has made two-thirds of it’s forests, hills and lakes protected areas giving it an airy and green appearance. The hilltops surrounding the city are free of development so from anywhere in town you can see the trees. As the days grow shorter and winter (such as it is) starts to grow closer in Southern California I am remembering the long days and virtually non-existant nights in Norway this last spring, where the sun just barely set, darkness never completely fell and everything I saw was totally new to me.
The river Akerselva is the main supply of drinking water for the city of Oslo. It’s the “vein of the city”, running through the city’s most populated areas and ending in the Oslo Fjord. It’s a beautiful area to walk through, as I did with my new bride Chelsea as my guide when we were there celebrating our honeymoon this last spring.
As the riverwalk passes the Oslo Art College there’s a footbridge where folks have followed the European custom that seems to have taken hold this century, leaving “love locks” behind to mark their relationships. Word is that this practice started in Rome Italy around 2000 on the Milvian bridge over the Tiber, and it has spread throughout Europe.
Actually, according to the wikipedia, the practice,”dates back at least 100 years to a melancholy Serbian tale of World War I, with an attribution for the bridge Most Ljubavi (lit. the Bridge of Love) in spa town of Vrnjačka Banja. A local schoolmistress named Nada, who was from Vrnjačka Banja, fell in love with a Serbian officer named Relja. After they committed to each other Relja went to war in Greece where he fell in love with a local woman from Corfu. As a consequence, Relja and Nada broke off their engagement. Nada never recovered from that devastating blow, and after some time she died due to heartbreak from her unfortunate love. As young women from Vrnjačka Banja wanted to protect their own loves, they started writing down their names, with the names of their loved ones, on padlocks and affixing them to the railings of the bridge where Nada and Relja used to meet”
All one has to do is google “love locks” to discover an immense number of pics which show bridges and other public areas completely inundated with padlocks left by lovers, some custom made or lovingly engraved.
When Chelsea came across this sight on one of our evening Oslo riverwalks she was captivated by the idea and soon we returned to the bridge where my bride, who dearly loves to make a plan and carry it out, placed her own lock among the other celebrations of romance.