Sara Hammerzmith

Seriously. I was just sitting around, minding my own business waiting for Michelle to come home. Just using facebook you know.

Seeing Stala&SO updating with new tourdates. Oh cool, even a european tour! Cool stuff man. Lets see if they play in Finland…

Germany…. expected… Belgium… Oh really?…. England… Yeah cool… Sweden… Ok.. OH.

WAIT
WHAT?

SWEDEN? *reads again but closer* HOLY SON OF A CRACKER! Not one, but _THREE_ Swedish dates!!!

I choked my coke and started shaking and yes, crying. I’ve been waiting for this day for six years now. I have seen them live before yes, but this… I never… I never ever expected this to happen.

I’m attending all three gigs, what else? It’s my babyboys, and they are starting to grow up and grow big. That’s why this gets so emotional, you know? You travelled to Finland to see them at On The Rocks, and now all of a sudden… they are at home. It looks like it will be me, Michelle, Argo and Martine doing this little trip, but hell am I looking forward to it!

I never expected this, and I’m still in a bit of ecstasy. Maybe you notice that through my extremly badly written text.

Shitshitshitshitshit.

Taken on my very first Stala&SO gig ever at On The Rocks, February 4th 2011.

// Sara

Off Danger Danger’s “Revolve”. Even though it’s not as much as a masterpiece as I find “Danger Danger”, it’s still a brilliant album. Danger Danger is pretty much the ideal band for me.

Today’s been pretty slack, been watching Sleeping Beuty, Hunchback of Notre Dame (no I don’t get tired of it. Not at all) and now I began watching “Aladin and the King of Theives”. I ain’t sure if it’s the original title, but I found a Clopin-tribute video with that very song, from the movie. Thats also the only reason I watched it, because I have over the years continuely been singing that song. “Äru med på det, eller äru en svikare? ” Sad part is, the hideaway the theives have and the way they acted reminded me EXTREMLY much about the Court of Miracles. I think I need to put down the Hunchback for a while before I go nuts. ( I tried to find the thieves hideaway opening on Youtube, but failed. I think you get the picture.)

But talking about miracles, this must be one. I was going through my “mailbox” in my room, where I had alot of old envelopes. One envelope was WELL heavy for being just, you know, an envelope, so I opened up… and this is what I found (in Death to the Martyrs  2:38 melody):

How fantastic isn’t that. Yes I know, it’s “only” 15 sek, but 15 sek is always 15 sek. I have put away money that I’m about to ship out to people from New Years eve, so I’m kinda low on money right now, but thanks to this and to recycling, I could get the pins I wanted on eBay. Like a fucking boss. Paypal also owes me six dollar, so I’d say I’m doing pretty fine so far.

But before I fall asleep on the keyboard like the architecturestudents, I’m gonna hit the bed. I’m actually gonna try to put in for this course in school. Yes.

NP: Deliver Us From Free Will – The Ark
// Sara

I found this on the Facebook page “I wish Hogwarts was my school” and figured I’d do it for the blog, since I have nothing. else. to. write. about.

One of Kate Voegles hits, and I think the song is also featured in “One Tree Hill”, which is one of my favourite shows. If not, Kate plays the musician Mia Catalano in the show. Love it to pieces.

I must say, eBay users must be like, some of the kindest persons alive. I recently bought a few  items (which are shipped now, woho!) and today I got an email from PayPal. First I was like SHITSHITSHIT, the payment didn’t go through! But when I read it, I learned that I had gotten some money back from one of the sellers, because the shipping ended up cheaper than it was listed! That is like so kind.

Why is this? Well, basically beacuse this never happens when you use Tradera (Swedish eBay). And I think I can admit myself that I never pay back restshipping, but then again we have a little more “difficult” way of paying on Tradera, on PayPal you just send the money to an emailadress kinda, but when you use Tradera, most of the times, and all of the times when it comes to me, uses simple banktransfer.

Talking about Tradera, I really need to get some more items up there. And whatever won’t sell there, I’ll probably put up on eBay instead. Would be pretty cool to try that out. AND ALSO. When I got the email about my eBay items, I also got an email about my Panthertickets being shipped! I can’t wait.

Alright. Thats about it. Plans for tomorrow shall contain stable, making quick cash and tidying maybe. Yes, sounds gooo to me.

NP: Will You Love Me? – Nelson
//Sara

The villian song from Pocahontas. Pretty good, but it doesn’t beat “Hellfire”. Not anywhere.

Not even the fact Ratcliff has the same Swedish voice as Frollo saves him, it just mindfucks me.

Today I could finally finish off the most important missing piece in our Steel Panther trip – the tickets to the Denmark show. I’m not sure if I ever wrote it here on the blog, that we purchased the flight from Oslo to Copenhagen before even getting the concerttickets,which was only so we could make sure to get cheap flighttickets. And we did, but since that was a few weeks (!!) ago, I have been kinda worried that the concert would sell out (seeing the Finland date is sold out) but obviously, it wasn’t and now the tickets should be on their way to us!

The only thing we have left now is… hotel in Oslo, trip TO Oslo and flight home from Copenhagen. The beauty with Copenhagen is that you can flight directly to my hometown, Karlstad from there. Costs a little extra, but it’s hell worth it.

So yeah, anyone attending Cph or Oslo gig, give us a head up and we will meet up! Hoho! AND ALSO. Michelle and I just confirmed we will go to Liseberg to see Alice Cooper, two days before Skogsröjet. Fucking amazing, Alice Cooper TWICE this year! And whats even better is that some Monsterboarders will go there, so it might end up to be a small MB get-together! Fuck yes.

NP: Tnk fr th Mmrs – Fall Out Boy
//Sara

Today I got this sick eager to play a computer game. First I tried out with The Sims 3, which didn’t work, I need to reinstall it again, damn it. And I can’t be bothered.

So I went upstairs to have a look at my “vintage” computergames and after a long while of thinking, I decided to go with BackPacker Junior, simply because I’m badass at the jobs as soundengineer, makeup artist and nurse. However, this game is you know,from ’98 so I wasn’t sure wheter it would work or not. But it did. Until I was gonna select my hometown. I tried it approx five times before I gave up and went upstairs again.

The game I REALLY wanted to play was Disneys Hot Shots Timon & Pumbas TailDance, however, the CD is missing. So that was a no can do. And then I figured I’d go for the old school Roller Coaster Tycoon (the very, very first one!) But that CD was missing too. Where the hell is all my CD’s…

But then, as I digged in the papers and books and whatnot were lying on that desk, it glanced to me. The game, that many,many years ago started my entire interest in the journalistic career. The game who basically educated me in the delicious art of digging up information on whoever you want, the game who taught WHERE to turn and how to do it.

What game is this? Well this game is called just JOURNALIST. I found it pretty randomly amongst my mothers games many many years ago, and after I played it, I decided I wanted to be a journalist for real. And look where I am today. Sometimes, inspiration is found in the most odd places and when you least expect it. I’m glad I came across this game, and it feels well good to play it again, after all these years. Always.

And they say that playing comuptergames are bad for you…

// Sara

Mine and Michelles first parody song, we’ve finally gotten into production with it.

And yes, that is essentially all I’ve been doing today. Or not entirely, I went to the bank but after that I’ve actually been working on the song. My parents were out of the house, and so was my brother, so I figured I’d take the oppurtunity to actuallysing it in. I don’t really like to sing whenever they are home, and also, not having them at home makes me able to yell and have as loud mucis as I wanted. So then I just… began the recording.

Censorship was needed

So I did around 27 takes before I was somewhat satsified with what I had accomplished. I’m not really a singer, and also, this is a parody song on Hunchback and Steel Panther (in case no one gets it later on) so it’s not supposed to be top notch, but there is also a limit on how bad it can be. Once that was done, I sat down to chose which of the different takes were the best, and sorted it out to make the editing a bit easier.

Once done.. I was just sitting down for a while going where the hell am I supposed to edit this shit together? Then I remembered. During mine and Michelles hairtearing search for a decent karaokeversion, I had managed to get over a demoversion of an audioediting program, AVS Audioediter… and it was like heaven to work with! I’m so pleased I’ll probably go buy this shit.

Either way, once I gotten this far.. the rage hade no end. It’s probably just me, but there is nothing I am more inpatient with than editing. I used three lines to begin with, one for my vocals, one for karaoke and one for the actual song to make sure everything fits in correctly and on the right places (especially around ‘Justice is swift…’ and ‘Now that’ we’ve seen all the evidence…’) I figured I was done, and I muted the original track to listen through… only to realize… The program itself had cut off the first words in “We have a method…” and “Any last words…” (yes, I put the original lyrics here not to spoil the song, uhuh) So I had to start over, placing it all over the place. Eventually, I managed to get shit together.

So now, eight hours later, I’m finally done mixing my vocals with the karaoke. Now I just need to mix in Michelles too, and then we are done. Then we’ll be working on a video, somehow. Now I shall continue my raging with Michelle, so good night!

// Sara

The Hunchback of Notre Dame on TV, currently featuring Esmeralda singing to us.

You know, about Hunchback and all shit, this has kind of become a small story, me cleaning. Today I went through a plastic bag of old schoolstuff.. It was rather.. it reminded me about when I used to write shortstories based on the Roller Coaster Tycoon. The names were always a parkname, like Katies Dreamland or Evergreen Gardens and so on! All the stories was about a person or two saving the amusement parks from bad guys. I think they were pretty good. I need to find it, goddamnit.

I also looked through a Pokémon box filled with… litterally… crap. It was EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, but somehow, without actually throwing stuff away, just some, I managed to take away half of the content.. I guess it just needed rearrangements! I found some old Digimon pins (I’ve always enjoyed Digimon better than Pokémon to be honest) and a pink panther! Just what we needed for Steel Panther shows. I also found crayons, I’ve been looking for them for AGES! And then some childhood memories, like, pugg. Damn, stuff were better before!

And now, that I’ve won my eBay auction, I shall finish “Hellfire” that just started, else I’m going to hit the sheets. I for once, have a schedule for tomorrow. Feels good.

NP: Hellfire – The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Frollo)
// Sara

Yeah that’s kinda what it feels like.

A few days ago I rediscovered my biggest childhood love, and it have made me think. Alot. And when I say alot, I mean alot.  He knocked me off pretty hard, and I have never been sleepless during the nights like I am right now. And no, I’m not thinking about him per se, but it made me realize some things.

Like for instance, I thought for a while that I was incapable to you know REALLY love. What does that even come from? Not quite sure actually, maybe it’s the rejections that have come over the years, or the manipulation from my ex boyfriend. I feel home in songs like “Moonshine” and squirms when I hear “Dance D’Amour”. My ex asked me the other day if I missed him… and the sad part is, I couldn’t say that I did. The only thing I could say to him was a smiling smiley. Because I can’t lie, okay, lets put that straight.  I can’t say I miss you if I really don’t, as well as I can’t say I love if I really don’t.

What my Childhood love, let’s call him C made me realize is that I ain’t unable to feel love. Whenever C disappeared, I missed him, and felt like home when he was back. How is it possible, that I miss C, but not my ex? (Don’t push up the ‘he is your ex’ to me, because calling him ex is easier than telling the entire story, it’s a kind of on and off thing) C warms my heart a way my ex probably did in the beginning, but I don’t know anymore.

But he is either way gonna visit me here sometime soon, I think. He claims so. This will probably be the last chance he gets, but it’s okay. He can get that. I have hard finding guys I like, usually because it takes me so long to get “settled” with someone. Like with my horses, took an entire semester to trust Lady Axa.  We will see what happens.

It is at points like this, you need someone to talk to desperatly. Someone who can take their time, has the patience to listen and understand, to watch and read everything you send to them, to discuss the point of views someone who ain’t judgemental. When you find someone who do that, someone who can look through “You’re A Pirate” and “Thanks For The Memories” a dozen times without complaining, someone who helps you look for stuff concerning it and really sits down for HOURS to discuss it, that’s… revealing.  It’s kinda connected with the previous essay actually.

Leaving that openly, and hitting a brighter topic, me and Michelle realized today that if we married our C’s, we would;
*Michelle would be squeezed like a pancake during the act unless she was on top
*I’d have so much fun I’d probably die out of laughter.
And whenever anything happens, like Michelle brining the pizza, we would have to through a musical routine. All the time.

So… yes. That’s… that.

// Sara