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.
It was so hard to decide the winners of the Christmas poem contest as there were so many great contributions. However, the contest was for a poem to put on your Christmas gift and there were two poems who stood out in the crowd and earned a 1st and 2nd place in the contest. A huge thank you to all participants! You can check out the challenge here!
The winner is *drumroll* Jackie LeBlanc who wrote a poem for a pair of fuzzy toe socks she’s giving for a friend (oops! I hope I didn’t ruin the surprise!) Jackie will receive a secret Christmas gift from Sofi.. I mean Santa. Here’s Jackies winning poem:
Each day, each week, each month, each season… We’ve become friends and that’s the reason – Thru weather of rain, snow or heat.. Having you as a friend just can’t be beat! I care if you’re freezin’ -with ice on your nose – So I give you this gift, For your ten little toes!
On an honorable second place is Juliana Palmcook with her ingenious poem about a Christmas gift everyone can give no matter if you’re rich or poor… guess what! Juliana will get a special Christmas greeting in the mail!
My gift cannot be bought, It doesn’t have a price tag; yet it is priceless, It will keep you warm on a cold winter day, It helps chase the blues away, Although once in awhile you see it at the stores being exchanged, My gift is free but with arms attached, If you don’t need it now you can get a rain-check, There is a rebate but not like you think, It is yours forever to remember, I don’t know who could ask for more,because it is really big, My gift is wrapped with arms, Can you guess my gift? Hint, it is a 3 letter word… I hope that rings a jingle bell.
I didn't intend this blog to become personal but I have to make a small exception and judging by the loooads of comments on this blog I suppose not that many people read it anyway.
I just watched "The Devil and Daniel Johnston". What a fabulous documentary! If I felt at all broken, insane and raging before I saw that movie it has all disappeared by now. I'm nowhere near as fucked up as Daniel Johnston. Probably not near Daniel in any other way either, genious or madman.
Anyway. As long as you have to deal with other people and especially if there's money involved things always become a drag. As fun as it can be sometimes making an album, for me it's mostly hard work and disapointments. I guess to feel entirely happy I should do what Daniel did, record a tape on my own and just hand it out to people. Be free of the business and the demands. At some point quality seems to become more important than the feeling, the songs and everything. I want it top of the top and truth is today I just woke up wondering where all the fun had gone. Noone tells you this before you start making an album. I did one before and it was hard at times but not like this.
I suppose if you have a backing label, manger, publicist whatever, things can get alot easier, but I make it all by myself and it's starting to eat on me. I'm lucky to have such an involved, supporting husband or I don't know how I would manage. Inspired by the book I'm reading "Hotel California", Daniel Johnston and my bad moods I wrote this little piece.
It won't be on an album, at least not on this one so feel free to download the lot of it.