After four nice days in our beautiful capitol I'm now back in Aarhus. Usually, when I go to Copenhagen I try to cram in as many visits with friends and trips to museums as possible. But this time I took it a lot more easy (also several people weren't around for me to visit), which meant there was time to catch a few movies and sit around and read in the sun.

But the main reason I went in the first place was to see the Beulah/Preston School of Industry at Loppen and I'm really glad I went. It's one thing to go by yourself to concerts in your hometown, where you almost certain to run into people you know. But it's a little weird going by yourself in another town. But when you've sold your sold to rock 'n' roll you do what you have to do. Quite fortunately I ran into two guys I knew from university, which was even more of a coincidence as there were only about 50 people at the show. They didn't know the two bands and were pleasantly surprised by Beulah, who put on a great show. I wasn't surprised, but totally ecstatic during the show and especially when they played songs like Emma Blowgun's Last Stand and Fooled with the Wrong Guy.

The band apologized for being a bit knackered after a rough night in Hamburg, but except for one song where singer Miles Kurosky chose to not hit the high notes they seemed in great shape. During one song Kurosky stepped down from the stage (which is about a foot high) and took some pictures with a girl in the crowd. And before the last encore (A Good Man Is Easy to Kill) Kurosky pointed out three people in the crowd and told them they wouldn't play another note unless they came onstage and played with the band on the last song. It's rare that I go see a show to see the support act instead of the headliner, but this was one of those times and after the show they delivered there was no way Scott Kannberg's Preston School of Industry could live up to that.

Not surprisingly people were there to see PSoI, so people got really excited when they went onstage. Unfortunately, since the stage was only a foot high and people were standing so close to the band they could touch them if they just reach out their hands people felt like they could also just start up conversations with the band. Especially this one drunk, American teenager was a pain and he kept asking Kannberg dumbass questions between the songs. But other than that the show was pretty good and since they played the best songs of "Monsoon" I was pretty happy. I had hoped they would pull out a Pavement cover for the encores, but unfortunately that didn't happen.

So, the other exciting thing to happen on my visit was meeting up with Tinka of Dust From a Distant Sun fame. I think we've read each other's weblogs almost since the beginning, but we've never really emailed back and forth, so all we knew about one another was what we'd read on the weblogs. But after such a long time that is actually quite a bit and seeing as we have seen a lot of the same movies (though we have different opinions on especially the mainstream ones) and like a lot of the same bands we had no problems finding stuff to talk about. We did talk about weblogs for a bit, but I'm a little weblog talked-out, so we quickly went on to more interesting topics like Take That and the most disappointing movies ever.

I took a few pictures in Copenhagen, which are available now in the Fauxhemian Gallery, but they're mainly from the concert. As you may notice in some of the shots from the city the whole place seems to be under construction, which really is a shame. The area called Nyhavn (New Harbour) and the square in front of the Royal Theatre are beautiful in the summer. But now there are metal fences and trucks and bulldozers everywhere, which really is unsightly especially now when there are millions of tourists on their way.

In the links department I found a big ass article on Aaron McGruder and the comic strip Boondocks in The New Yorker. It's a fairly interesting article although I must say for a guy who makes fun of Ja Rule a lot he's quick to fall into the same gangsta-tough-guy routine.

And I found the video for Morrissey's Irish Blood, English Heart, so those two links are pretty good I think.