Unmistakably Nordic in flavor, Sofia Talvik somehow still conforms to American interpretations of her own original music, a North Sea siren blending sparkle and melancholy, creating a special niche of folk music.
I had a great time playing at the Cock’n Bull last night. It felt like a mini festival as we were 4 bands playing, had a bonfire going and the stage was outside in a little party tent. I met some really cool people and the other bands were great too.
As if it’s not enough with this blog, Facebook and everything I’ve decided to start yet another blog to keep up during this tour. It’s called “My morning view” and I’m posting a picture from where I wake up every day. As we’re traveling in the RV, every day we will have a new morning view and I thought it’d be fun to capture that. You can check it out here! Make sure to bookmark it as it’s not part of my regular website.
Here’s some pics from last night! Thanks to everyone for coming and to the other bands!
I’ve had a pretty fab first week touring. We’ve been on the west coast of Florida and it’s been great. Not to mention the RV life. The RV turned out so nice after we fixed it up and it really feels like a home now. Especially since we got the brand new queen size bed and the cozy king size duvet. And it’s so nice to wake up to different places every day too. One day it’s on the beach, the next in a fruit tree garden. I’ve even overcome my fear of driving the beast.
This week I played at the Independent in Tampa and St Petersburg. Got invited to a real southern lunch at Otis and Sian’s place and was treated to a great massage at the Warm Mineral Springs where I did a sold out intimate concert at the spa café. Yesterday was a long day with two gigs. One in the daytime at the Flamingo Flea Market in Bonita Springs and later on a house concert followed by a bluegrass jam. Bluegrass seems to be the melody of this neighborhood and even though I tried to pitch in, I think I’d better stick to folk music. But Roger Borg who set me up with the gig treated us all to some awesome Swedish meatballs, so I felt right at home anyway.
Thanks to all who came out to see me this week. To everyone who has been so kind to invite us to their homes and to all the venues!
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So I just told you I love food… Well I also love shoes. And any girl who loves shoes knows it’s more like an addiction. There are ladies who loves handbags. Me, I buy one that I love after many hours looking for the perfect one and wear it till it falls apart (quite literally).
But shoes… They’re quite a different story. I guess I could say I’m a shoe collector with no intention of being one. I see them and I think I shouldn’t. I think I have too many already. And yet they call out to me. Their tiny voices saying “buy me, buy me”.
So today with 15 minutes to spare between work and party I found these great not too high heeled boots on sale (of course).
I asked if they had a return policy – no.
I asked if I could have them reserved until tomorrow – no.
(At this point I felt I’d done all I could to turn them down.)
What was left to do but to buy them?
In a weak moment I heard myself saying” I’ll take them”, while picturing my overfull wardrobe at home, and at the same time picturing someone else walking away in these boots on sale in my size…
Walking to the party with the bag in my hand, I kept thinking how my husband would sigh over me buying yet another pair of shoes I don’t need. So when I called him later from the bar and told him about that new pair of shoes that would clutter our apartment I dreaded the worst but he said… “Honey, I love you and all your shoes”.
And I guess that’s a story of true love, whether you apply it to the shoes or the wife buying them.