Bergen

Cold. About 10 degreess, all the termo layers on me already and still I feel cold. Bergen is not so lucky with the weather this year. But even in the middle of this "unluck", I am lucky to see the sun and not a rainy sky.

I played yesterday the whole day as my Couchsurfer Morten was free only from late evening. It rained a little in the morning, just enough to make me pack again all the gear, which I thus pulled out just for one song. The next spot I found was on a little square by Torgallmenningen and I made sure it's covered a bit in the case of another rain, although it was unnecessary. The spot turned out a very nice one and I returned there for another street play this morning, so far the best one. The second "street gig" was on a nice open square by the lake in the middle of Bergen (picture). A less frequented, but very enjoyable place to play, and thus I came back there today too. I think the best places for playing, at least for me, are those where it is quiet enough for the music to be heard and where people pass by, but can stop to listen, e.g. on a bench. Find a place like this on a sunny day, and it's a joy to play.

I also settled finally he setlist and the order of the songs. I'll try to film each of them till the end of the trip and put the videos on the youtube in the final post, so far just the list:

Darling pretty - MK

Daily ride - my own

What it is - MK

Let's go fail - my own

Boom like that - MK

Devil baby - MK

Local hero - MK

Golden heart - MK/my lyrics

Happy home - my own

Feel like going home - The Notting Hillbillies

Bluff - my own

Sultans of swing - DS

Summer breeze - my own

Tunnel of love - DS

Are we in trouble now - MK

Coming back to life - Pink floyd

Vices - my own

Money for nothing - DS

Where do you think you're going - DS

Six blade knife - DS

Private investigations - DS

Layla - Eric Clapton

Brothers in arms - DS

Telegraph road - DS

African bird - my own

Speedway at Nazareth - MK

Going home - DS

During this trip I've noticed one thing. I often feel tired and weary of playing at the end of a day. When I finished yesterday, I thought I won't take guitar into my hands again. I was cold, my fingers hurt, and dead tired I mustered the rest of my strengths, picked the heavy backpack and came to Morten's house, on a little hill outside of Bergen. Morten is a math teacher at Bergen university and an experienced couchsurfer - I was surprised to hear he has a couchsurfer staying almost every day this time of the year! Lucky that he could host me. We spoke some French (he also did his erasmus in France) and although light outside tried to trick us, it was getting late and I soon fell asleep dead.

The funny thing is that when I woke up the next morning, and I felt like playing again. And not just felt - FELT. Don't know how this recharging works or if it will stop some day. Hope not. I don't feel like I want to be musician by profession. But what I don't want is to lose the joy from playing.