tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46653238357809054962024-03-12T20:48:41.988-07:00Bird on the Wirebird on the wirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854994676939097148noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665323835780905496.post-53765592465106801432010-03-29T02:05:00.000-07:002010-03-29T02:06:03.408-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyf4a3vtei1qzib5qo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&Expires=1269939827&Signature=K7Xh01Rxz7qcP0nSR7wHSuYKDOQ%3D"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 550px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyf4a3vtei1qzib5qo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&Expires=1269939827&Signature=K7Xh01Rxz7qcP0nSR7wHSuYKDOQ%3D" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />(<a href="Source">http://tatielle.tumblr.com/page/2</a>)bird on the wirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854994676939097148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665323835780905496.post-54960641471587443622010-03-27T06:48:00.000-07:002010-03-27T06:59:28.383-07:00We had our first gigs last week. The first was very interesting due to the little bar we played at. We were supposed to play acoustic but to excited so we tried to fit all our instruments and drumkit behind the bar.<br /><br />The second was at a lovely cinema place, it went very very very well.<br /><br />Wednesday we played at Paradiso,another Cinematic event (our music might be suitable for cinema I guess..). We had to improvise to old tapes from Amsterdam begin 20th century. We had fun, although we mostly played our songs in random order. <br /><br />Yes we are enjoying ourselves, playing, writing and performing. Here is our little photo diary of past week, enjoy;<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs423.ash1/23460_1338055045770_1062950395_30833231_4937770_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs423.ash1/23460_1338055045770_1062950395_30833231_4937770_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Nieuwe Anita by Linda van Schooten<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23772_1400387296180_1427225477_31127349_358056_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 479px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23772_1400387296180_1427225477_31127349_358056_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Smart Project Space by Iris van Vliet<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z32/rosaloeloe/23622_1402388266203_1427225477_3113.jpg?t=1269698327"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 479px; height: 479px;" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z32/rosaloeloe/23622_1402388266203_1427225477_3113.jpg?t=1269698327" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Paradiso by Iris van Vlietbird on the wirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854994676939097148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665323835780905496.post-49083506042884021052010-02-25T01:44:00.001-08:002010-02-25T01:46:24.896-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5BXE2Hko6zDDX-J9VUm6RM_EpkZV3sD7tE4YAj0-rTlzn__2AWCsGDW9H2SpME36M8RUAlM2n36CQpMiMSN26gARSevEfc4DVJ8db6eWnxzpsVM4MqPItAmdnQN-JAtzROA2s4zLCds/s1600-h/Untitled-16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5BXE2Hko6zDDX-J9VUm6RM_EpkZV3sD7tE4YAj0-rTlzn__2AWCsGDW9H2SpME36M8RUAlM2n36CQpMiMSN26gARSevEfc4DVJ8db6eWnxzpsVM4MqPItAmdnQN-JAtzROA2s4zLCds/s400/Untitled-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442115173135745906" /></a><br /><object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fbirdonthewire%2Fstrange-days"></param> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param> <embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fbirdonthewire%2Fstrange-days" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/birdonthewire/strange-days">Strange Days</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/birdonthewire">BirdontheWire</a></span>bird on the wirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854994676939097148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665323835780905496.post-51640101578482648792010-02-14T05:09:00.000-08:002010-02-14T05:16:57.694-08:00MusiqueSomewhere in snowy 2010 Rosa stranded with a broken bike somewhere in Amsterdam. She could not go on, until a little bird stopped by who offered her a seat. Rosa and Nina started talking and discovered their mutual love for music. They decided that they wanted to make songs, but there was still something missing. A few days later the sun started shining and Thijs walked in. A guitarplayer who reminds people of Dylan, The Band and the old folk/blues days in America. Together they started making songs about cowboys at sea. They called themselves Bird on the Wire after the beautiful song by Leonard Cohen. They are trying their way to be free and will be ready to take over the world from March 2010!<br /><br />We are going to record next week. The songs will be on our myspace as soon as possible: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/birdotw">www.myspace.com/birdotw</a>. Also we have our first gig! March 18th at Subbacultcha! - Smart Project Space, Amsterdam.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjincVmRb3WxMOcgwK_CQCSJRT8iUGAsE7glDHqXsGX45gUS_TrlZ8aFnUThYBOz-4yEvZQH394m6Ud-Ff3-AKnL6ddu7K6OuqQRcEYyqHWECoZt-VC_Th18zs3ecuD0bE3XbDuLa4Roi8/s1600-h/_MG_2834.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjincVmRb3WxMOcgwK_CQCSJRT8iUGAsE7glDHqXsGX45gUS_TrlZ8aFnUThYBOz-4yEvZQH394m6Ud-Ff3-AKnL6ddu7K6OuqQRcEYyqHWECoZt-VC_Th18zs3ecuD0bE3XbDuLa4Roi8/s400/_MG_2834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438086346818851090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ01cRes3NLNcyHjg3oMWxVI7EK-I5Dm3vhl5oIWiTbXueXDr7aQdcouXUkgA6-alf1N_uO-kmq7sFtz657rGEn4iKujx-nHfsbq8ep2DuVyMfOJQfHQSTwHaYzjJo9jwk2DeJBBxUxls/s1600-h/_MG_8437.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ01cRes3NLNcyHjg3oMWxVI7EK-I5Dm3vhl5oIWiTbXueXDr7aQdcouXUkgA6-alf1N_uO-kmq7sFtz657rGEn4iKujx-nHfsbq8ep2DuVyMfOJQfHQSTwHaYzjJo9jwk2DeJBBxUxls/s400/_MG_8437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438086352847841090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IHYlKeX6x6BtGf-4bvwd8IhQTXpw0QEhE7tB_XiyLA8syU3DP262FuTFDCe6hlqO3aRvlN_qHxmfydcz7KbBgRFhWLFiolqjHRzz3kioq8mSlS2tD3_4IimZxPzPKNLljspsSyfSXKQ/s1600-h/16543_1294593453736_1497322018_30772356_1106294_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IHYlKeX6x6BtGf-4bvwd8IhQTXpw0QEhE7tB_XiyLA8syU3DP262FuTFDCe6hlqO3aRvlN_qHxmfydcz7KbBgRFhWLFiolqjHRzz3kioq8mSlS2tD3_4IimZxPzPKNLljspsSyfSXKQ/s400/16543_1294593453736_1497322018_30772356_1106294_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438086352333007058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=520515735&albumID=540119&imageID=3805319"><br /></a>bird on the wirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854994676939097148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4665323835780905496.post-10999065457253880612010-02-14T05:07:00.000-08:002010-02-14T05:08:58.033-08:00Bird on the Wire<span style="font-style: italic;">Like a bird on the wire,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">like a drunk in a midnight choir</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have tried in my way to be free.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Like a worm on a hook,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">like a knight from some old fashioned book</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have saved all my ribbons for thee.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If I, if I have been unkind,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I hope that you can just let it go by.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If I, if I have been untrue</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I hope you know it was never to you.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Like a baby, stillborn,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">like a beast with his horn</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have torn everyone who reached out for me.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I swear by this song</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and by all that I have done wrong</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I will make it all up to thee.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh like a bird on the wire,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">like a drunk in a midnight choir</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have tried in my way to be free.</span><br /><br />L.Cohen<br /><!--ringtones and media links -->bird on the wirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08854994676939097148noreply@blogger.com0