Loon Martian
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Loon Martian
@loonmartian.bsky.social
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Scrittrice e musicista. Femminista, goth, cattiva. Writer and musician. Feminist, goth and evil. Italo-Norwegian. Languages: Italian, English, occasionally Norwegian (terrible for the algorithm, I know. but what else is one supposed to do?)
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When the fairies keep on not showing up so you have to become one yourself ☹️
That moment in an opera when the character you have to interpret is... yourself.

Quel momento in un'opera in cui il personaggio che devi interpretare è... te stessa.

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From Macbeth with Skala Operakor 💙💙💙
Photo by www.victoriafranciscafoto.com
Some more work in progress. Your guess as to when it will be ready for recording is as good as mine, but it's not shabby 😎
Ma a causa della pressione dei social media a trovare sempre qualcos'altro su cui fare flame, qualcos'altro su cui indignarsi o qualche altra causa più importante di quella di pinco pallo, queste recriminazioni sembrano praticamente indispensabili. Non sei un buon attivista altrimenti.
Bellissima puntata di questo podcast. Ascoltatevela (è pure gratis). Su (fra le altre cose) i continui e fallimentari litigi, recriminazioni, accuse e scissioni all'interno di movimenti in cui le persone in verità sono fondamentalmente d'accordo.

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Dammit Italy, how I wish I was more comfortable with you, part two.

Full disclosure, for the past months I've been suffering from a bad case of nostalgia mixed with doubts, speculations, various and confused ideas, assorted angers and grudges, more or less sudden whims. I don't know.
Maledizione Italia, quanto avrei voluto essere più a mio agio con te, parte due.

A dirla tutta, è da mesi che sono affetta da un bruttissimo caso di nostalgia mista a dubbi, speculazioni, idee varie e confuse, rabbie e rancori assortiti, grilli più o meno improvvisi. Non so.
Just having a totally normal Friday evening being a bog witch.
Maledizione Italia, quanto avrei voluto essere più a mio agio con te, parte uno.
(Ti voglio comunque molto bene. Ogni tanto. Spesso. Se capita.)

Dammit Italy, how I wish I was more comfortable with you, part one.
(I still love you very much. Sometimes. Often. By chance.)
Something has grown 🥹. Including the world's tiniest onions and the most microscopic carrot ever.
Wanted to share with you a little snippet of one of the last pieces I composed. Including the heartfelt performance of the creaky pedal. And my mistakes.

I don't know when it will be ready for recording and when I'll have the possibility to do that, but we're getting there.
Leggere sulla spiaggia è speciale come al solito. Strana combinazione di essere molto presente nel momento e allo stesso tempo essere totalmente via in un altro mondo.

Fra parentesi, suonare il piano con 30 gradi in casa è stato interessante (le case norvegesi NON isolano dal caldo)
Reading on the beach is special as always. Weird combination of being very present in the moment and being totally away in another world at the same time.

As a side note, playing piano with 30 degrees inside the apartment has been interesting.
(Norwegian houses are NOT insulated against heat)
The last walk to the hotel felt like 100 kilometres. I was barely standing. Which is how you're supposed to be after a festival like this. See you next year.
Also two more special mentions for Suicide Commando and Karin Park, which I also loved and will have to listen more of.
- Wulfband. Do you want a work-out or a concert? Yes. Fell in love with them years ago at my first WGT, and loved them again just the same this time. Couldn't stay still. Sweated a lot. Took my breath away literally speaking. Cardio, baby.
There were two concerts this year that took my breath away:
- Kårp. BAM, full-on spiritual experience, synthpop from outer space. I was totally captured.