For years Notes From The Dark Side have been about my adventures/misadventures all the while living in Los Angeles, New York City, small town Connecticut. The West Coast of Norway is where I currently reside and what a place it is.
This BLOG isn't terribly old so if you can imagine the rapid changes in my life, the innumerable months, days and years, I can barely keep up with my own thoughts ergo the anxiety of succinctly sharing my thoughts as well experiences has been daunting.
As per request my readers would like to have an insight into the personal remodeling of my life at this time.
It often crosses my mind what would I think if I read all of my own stories, rants and anecdotes through another persons consciousness. I often experience anxiety reading them back to myself.
Have you met anyone that wanted to view the world through your eyes? Even for a moment?
So often I put myself out there into the Universe and receive positive reviews, affirmations and conscious raising encouragement. Validation that my exemplary service to those who read for whichever reason they choose. With this being said, I shall bring to you stories of my journey through the Kingdom North, Norge.
For those of you who are newly coming into my personal microcosm, I can give you this insight:
This is Notes From the Dark Side, it may be conveyed as morose, depressive, disheartening or illumination , you decide.
Join me.....
Traveling to a Nordic country is a humbling experience for me as I am constantly comparing/contrasting and often with the feelings of utter crotchetiness. There is a laundry list of differences and for those seasoned in traveling to distant lands it may not be such a surprise, what I am about to divulge that is.
Being in a Christian country (forget about the recent separation from church and State - scoffs) it has its deep routes and those effect children, teens and adults in ways they don't even make connection to, it's simply extrapolated. This moves into a territory ill discuss another time but it has something to do with everything being shut down on Sundays, additionally purchasing wine/liquor from a Government sanction.... for a start.
So you're shit-faced after a night at the Rock N' Roll bar and its 4:30am. Time to hail a cab waiting just steps from the corner and you decide to strut into the Bodega to get a fresh veggi sandwich made by your favorite counter dude named Jose' whom you swear you would kiss because he knows exactly what you want every time you walk in the door, no matter the condition you are in. If you look extra cute Jose tosses in a bag of chips to top off the samich'.
A quick journey over the bridge or boulevard depending on which city you're in. BOOM! You are home and with money still in your pocket, (thank you Bartender for all the buy backs) armed with chips & an avocado/veg samich'.
Reality check: That was NYC. That was Hollywood.
So you're tipsy after a night at the Rock N' Roll bar and it's 1:15am. time to hail a taxi (Mercedes) and if you're lucky there sits one a several blocks away (Fhew! I didn't wear heels!)
There isn't a place to get a snack, nothing in sight although ive heard of these rogue Kebab stands (what wonders that does for a Veggi/Vegan) A long journey on the 'midnight' bus that costs quadruple that of a regular bus, should you choose this option depending on how much money you have pissed away in a few short hours (literally pissed) You stare at your iPhone bus app praying transport comes for you quickly......
if you can read it correctly. SHIT! No bus after 12:30am.
Reality check: Cities of Norway.
''Fun'' is a relative term. What I consider fun is often writing what comes to mind while listening to some Medieval Renaissance music with a glass of wine in tow. Often I consider sitting alone in a library amongst thousands of books in another language I can barely read.... fun. Listening to Vincent Price's rare audio catalog of 'Tales of Witchcraft' or his audio Edgar Allen Poe stories is fun.
Being alone is fun.
Being from New York City (my prime adult years) has gifted me with the ability to endure and flourish in chaos. When the atmosphere around you flows in some unhesitating order, albeit chaotic and slightly dangerous you develop supreme living skills. I find calmliness in disparagement.
Living in Hollywood (my innovational years) has brought me a knowledge of the human habitude (indigenous to LA or transplantdom.) As a professional Artist and Artist Manager it is clutch to inhabit the skills of a well-read social chameleon. ZING!!! I can employ such skills anywhere. Perhaps.
I have decided to Come to Norway, the King of the Scandinavian countries for several reasons.
-I almost died of Heart failure in 2012 and watched months wash away not forgetting my savings. Boo Hoo.
-A change of atmosphere (climate, barometric pressure, etc.) might be good for a gal who has had 3 surgeries (and counting) inside her face.
-Growing tired of the Hollywood Rock Stars who always stole my best black eyeliner and unsolicitly gifted me with sluttish 'clothes' to squire me about the Walk of Fame on a hot Friday night. [see above] imagine the deep connection there.
-A desperate need to collaborate with other creatives who live on the very same page as I do, the page that is often overlooked.
-The myth of the Viking culture is very well alive if you know where to look. Excellent for any super dork like myself.
- Did I mention that the most beautiful men reside here?
OH! I am also shooting/writing a book of the underground/social Norwegian Black Metal culture.
I could write for days on this subject.
Keleigh Black in the Great Kingdom North.
I will continue to do so.
