Copenhagen

"And our love is an antique song
For children's carousels"

That's the moral of the beautiful Scott Walker song Copenhagen. And I guess those words are a nice way to sum up my feelings after the first ever big PCL summit.

When baikinange and yours truly (yes, that's mrdantefontana to you) met in Copenhagen this Friday it was only the second time ever I met somone befriended on the internets. It's not that I'm overly shy. It's just like that most people I've learned to know and love live far away in distant underdeveloped countries.
Don't you know that Sweden is the center of the world?
And another reason behind my obscurity is probably the fact that you all are crazy as hell and I don't want to get infected.

But let me tell you, Ange and I, had some swell hours.
It's difficult to describe my feelings because PCL has been such an important thing for me during the six years I have been doing this. Between 2004-2007 I blogged myself through hell and back again. The power suddenly left me in the dark. I had no visions, no urge, no stamina at all to make me continue what I started here. Though I still loved and cherished these pages I didn't have it in me no more. But friends come to the rescue.
First it was as guest bloggers - then as regular contributors.
I love you all for helping PCL continue it's mission. But most of all I love Ange for coming along almost adopting PCL, breathing new life into the old weary ghost.

Baikinange is now co-managing the blog with me. But, seriously, this blog is hers as much as mine. So it was a delight meeting this person describing herself so very refined and detailed: "I will be wearing black and I look sarcastic."

It turned out to be no problem.

We had alot to talk about, and we shared some good laughs. No photos were taken. Let me tell you we both dress in black and look sarcastic. Get the picture?
But this happened. It really did!

/Z aka mrdantefontana


Scott Walker - Copenhagen

Tootoo!

Recently, gangsters, PCL LinkDump became 5 years old.
It's an ugly little duckling .. but just wait ... in 10 more years this kiddo will come with braces, pimples and raging hormones and strange accounts on the internet.
Just so you know it - it will get worse!!!
But it's a nice kid, keeps the room clean - you know - feeds the dog, smiles at his garandparents when they come with gifts, though they smell like shit. And answers the door with clothes on whenever people come by.

And 2 million come to see the little rascal. Over 2 million peoples ...

/Z aka mrdantefontana

Ricky Bruch

Cover of Swedish magazine Se from 1970 depicting discus thrower Björn Rickard ("Ricky") Bruch draped in the Scanian flag. A great athlete, always a controversial renegade and a maverick and today probably not completely sane.






So he wasn't only an athlete, he was a "singer" and an "actor" too. (No, he's not dead. It's just that he, to my knowledge, hasn't produced anything lately in these fields.)

Agent 69 Jensen in the Sign of Sagittarius

Happy New Year!

As tradition says here at PCL on New Years Eve I'm posting a photo of myself from past times.
This was taken somewhere in Stockholms Skärgård back in '76.
Looky! I'm all thumbs up. 2009 will probably turn out to be a a good year.

Anyway, I'm wishing you all a Happy New Year! Hopefully I'll talk to you more often in a near future.

Skål!

/Z aka mrdantefontana

The revenge of the misunderstood.

I'm a mess today. Well, actually I was a mess yesterday. Can't remember anything from the last 2 hours before I was hitting bed with a wounded foot and a delirous mind. I hope I did have some strange kind of fun myself though, and not just being a laughingstock. Anyway, I live.

So it may not be the best day to declare my intentions to become the next President of The United States of America. But I relly think I need to do something. And by chosing me we are all going to be winners. You'll get more money, more peace, more sex and much less boring stuff like taxes and decaf. You'll get the fun Swede who still can get pissed drunk at any day.

The breaking news announced.

Thanks Kim!

Twittering

I'm at Twitter. Follow me and you'll get next to nothing.

"My First Visit to the Movies", by Sebastian

Sebastian aka Mr. Dante Fontana, PCL Contributor:

"As for us kids brought up on the countryside - (in my case: on an old farm my parents took over in 1970 to live the green and back-to-nature life many were aspiring for those days) far from cities, super markets and the fruits of the commercial society – going to see a movie at the cinemas were so much more than just that. It was an adventure out of proportions. It meant going to the big city, Lund.
My grand-mom and other relatives from my dads family resided in Lund, so going to Lund almost always meant sleeping over.
Now I know Lund is not a very big city. Not even by swedish standards. But it is a city. With an impressive cathedral and a pompous and pulsating university its centre definitely has an air of big cityness. And for us country kids it was probably even more so.
”McDonalds!”, I could hear myself saying as we we’re driving into the city. But not loud. I wouldn’t want my parents to hear me take such a foul word into my mouth, which of course now was already watering.

So my memories of my first visits to the movies are entwined with alot of other feelings and many other ”my first” experiences.
Somewhere between 1974-1976 I was taken to the cinemas for the first time.
I know I went with my dad to see a Tarzan matinee - I also know I saw Flåklypa Grand Prix and a Lucky Luke matinee around that same period of time.
But these are all experiences I can’t remember much of.

So my first vivid cine-memories are the Olle Hellbom adaption of Astrid Lindgren’s ”Bröderna Lejonhjärta” (aka ” The Brothers Lionheart”) and Martin Rosen’s animated ”Watership Down”.
Both these movies touched my nine year old soul. Both movies scared the shit out of me. I guess that these movies were the first two to confront me with the concept of true evil in life – despite (or thanks to) the fact that both of the stories are fantasy tales in made-up worlds.
At the age of nine I was very aware of death. I knew people could die. But what I think these two movies made me realize was that there are forces and instincts somewhere in the human body which moderated the wrong way actually can make you want to hurt or take the power of someone else.
These experiences and feelings were of course not all good. But they made me open my eyes.

The scene in ”Bröderna Lejonhjärta” where Katla, the dragon, comes crawling up over the hill still makes my blood cold (actually I never saw the full scene the first time. I remember telling my mom I needed to go pee when the first sound of Katla reached my ears. And I made sure to stay in the restrooms long enough …).

Clip uploaded by mongosen

I don’t know if we went to McDonald’s after ”Bröderna Lejonhjärta”. But I was quite sure my parents were right. They serve death."

--Sebastian aka mrdantefontana--

Note: Click label: "My First Visit to the Movies", to read more first-movie-stories.