II

There was not one but two concerts that I - injured - played

For June 10th was the birth day of cosmic Anne Bang

The plan for a top secret show was carefully laid...

With Masse Lys and C.O.U. 'twas three acts that sang

III

I flew by plane next day to the green isle, Ireland

Thinking Europe's not so bad, in Dublin voted YES

In the Lisbon Treaty referendum that was held

But Ireland's NO may yet turn out to be all for the best

IV

The night of June the 12th brought the Blather book launch

A co-written tome by me with some writers bizarre

We drank our hundred free pints and held our egos staunch

Stayed up til 9 a.m., although bed was not too far!

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V

Leonard Cohen playing Dublin was outside the norm

Those with less good seats than ours could see him on a screen...

'Twas fifteen years ago he last on a stage performed

Said Len: "Then, I was a kid of 60 with a dream!"

VI

But I was away from Norway only briefly

Håkon and I went to the studio Diktafon

Where Ingar knows all about recording perfectly

A piano he did push into an airless room

VII

This poem ends June 17th, my birthday: 35!

I shared a party with Kristin, turning 22

Just the thing, you'd think, to make me feel young and alive

But that feeling came from oldies, partying till noon...

Photo credits (to the best of my recollection):

Me at Musikkfest Oslo by Jonas; Anne and her cosmic partner Kjell-Olav by me; Guinness at the Czech Inn by me; Dave, co-author of A Load of Blather, by me; sleeping Liz by me; Leonard Cohen pics by Dan; piano by me; me at the window on my birthday by Ellen.