Jul. 16th, 2004
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Jul. 16th, 2004 10:37 pmThanks to vaca_vaca for pointing out the true (and embarrassingly obvious, now I see it) meaning of 'anders'. The ad. assumes we all know of Povel (with an 'o', my other mistake) Ramel's profuse activities in cultural production, his first passion. Premiar Kaffe is the 'other'.
So basically, Ramel got about as close to ruling Sweden as is possible without forming a coalition with several deathly boring centrist political parties, or proving himself in bloody combat with the Danes.
From Pegasos, a Finnish literature site:
Prolific Swedish composer, singer, actor and writer. Ramel became famous with his parodic revues combining fantasy with clever lyrics. He has written 800 songs - Ramel's wide oeuvre also include radio shows, television productions, films, and non-fiction.
Men när allt blir omtumlande -
jag drömmer fumlande
att jag är bortom rum och tid,
slumrande som lilla humlan där
i fönstrets frid."
(from 'Sommartrivialiter')
Povel Ramel was born in Stockholm. He studied art and the piano, starting early his career as an entertainer and schlager composer. In the 1940s he gained fame among others with Johansson's boogie woogie waltz (1944). While workig for the Swedish Broadcasting Company (1947-48) he attracted attention with the radio programs Föreningen För Flugighetens Främjande and Jakten på Johan Blöth (1948), made in crazy style.
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Jul. 16th, 2004 11:46 pmWe were charging through the corridors, going mental, whacking at the light fittings with brooms, booting in the doors. And all the time to the theme tune from 'Rainbow' (who the British among us will remember as the perverse children's show featuring 'Rod, Jane and Freddy' - when it wasn't 'polyamory', but a good honest threesome - and ADHD sufferer Zippy, and Bungle...).
'Up above the trees and houses, Rainbow climbing high...'
And windows were bursting out onto the concrete paths in showers.
'Paint the whole world with a Rainbow!'
Gouging chunks out of the plaster, through to the bricks beneath. Breaking through into the staff room, wielding one of the wooden sculptures from outside the Art Block, catching the teachers at their supper.
Then I woke. But I was thinking about it all day at work, and just the slightest thought gave me little tweaks of adrenaline.
Yer schooldays are the best days of yer life. Most likely the only time I ever really lived.