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I: Marie would never let me publish this. I have the keyword to the server though.
Marie is my sister and I love her. She has this tremendous power that, if used in the wrong way, could easily destroy the whole world. It is a good thing that she never yields to the rage of the insane, to hatred and thoughts of punishment and revenge. This is usually my job.
Marie is a globe. In the middle there are birds in a beautiful home of wild flowers that grow quicker that weed, wrapped around them like a mother is Harmony. Marie’s music comes from the birds in her center. Wild flowers pick it up and carry it across. Harmony then spreads it. It is that simple.
We spend hours, days, months, years and eternities trying to get the birds to shut up so we can both hear what’s cooking. It is not difficult to get them to sing, that’s for sure. There is so much clutter coming from the outside. It is a good thing messages still get through. Sometimes they come in the shape of another ball of birds (Thank you Jónsi!) and sometimes through the raging snow outside the window.
~ Iva Troj, visual artist
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M: It's ok sis! You can have your text, I have the password to your server.
Check this out! I was looking through an old family album and I found the best Glad picture ever. It's from 1980. I'm five years old and apparently an eager owner of a red plastic guitar (got it from grandma). It’s a picture from dad’s good days. Mum must have taken it. Three generations and one happy child!
I believe this is when it all started... and still my wish is to wake up one morning hoping to be able to play the guitar as a true
goddess... but meanwhile, I’ll stick to fingerpicked chords, vivid melodies and the deep search of stories from within. It’s my thing I guess, the paper says so. This constant need of extracting heart juice by string tickling has become an welcomed necessary evil.
I miss the sea though: I don’t know where to toss my thoughts without a sea breeze to take them on and spread them. Still I'm sitting on my Swedish design sofa hugging the guitar and gazing at the concrete outside my window sending my heart off to faraway places. At the end of the day my heart will wonder back and tell me stories of music, art and heroic battles of love.
You and I, we were born under the same star, Growing up like soldiers with brave hearts, Fighting through each day, Watching the ships roll away... Sis, dreams will come true. Our ship has just returned to pick us up.
~ Marie Glad, singer-songwriter
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| It took three years and a lot of tuff work to complete the album Rescue Me, released October 13, 2009. I want to thank every single person that has been part of
this process, of making it come true.
Let me introduce you to the band >>.
Press / reviews >>
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