Between Heaven And Helsinki - Written By Ulrik Brandt Hansen

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Kristina Lost in my Mind

 

I was told to tell the tale of Kristina Bruuk. There are a lot of different versions of her story to be told. But as when it comes to Kristina Bruuk you have to have one thing in mind. There is an infinity number of truths about her, but only one proper lie can be told.

 

I have decided to tell one truth, and briefly cover the concept of the lie Some people people actually thinks that the lie is part of the truth, or maybe even the whole and only truth.

 

Lets start with the easy part, a truth. This truth begins in a cabin on a train somewhere in Finland:

 

The train was moving at at slow pace across the arctic wasteland. Outside the Aurora Borealis and the mating calls of the mythic arctic alligators were mimicing the eternal conflict of the archaic elements.

 

There was five of us in our group, the three males all refered to themselves as Peters, while the two female used the term Flower Girls. Together we wryly called ourself “The Beautiful Losers“.

 

Back in the wagon sat three men, they where talking loud and whacking each other on the head with sticks. They were pretty drunk on cheap vodka and mumbled stuff like “Elvis to the Pole” and “The greatest re-enactment ever”. No doubt they were losers, but not among the beautiful ones. Brutes likes that would never understand the true poetic genius of Kristina Bruuk.

 

We tried to ignore them, and focus on our own reason to be on board this train: Kristina Bruuk, the greatest artist ever to walk the realm between Heaven and Helsinki. We were all die hard fans of this amazing artist, and now we all were going to see her first liveperformance in 22 years.

 

“23!”, the three blokes shoumted in the back of the wagon and whacked each other on the head with their sticks. “Some Men !!”, one of the Flower Girls said, and schocked her head. We all laughed, “Some Men” was the title of a song by Kristina. A song that was never released, but only existed as a part of “The Radio Mafia Sessions”.

 

Kristina Bruuk was one of the greatest mysteries in the music industry. She was never as big as Madonna, never won a Nobel price like Bob Dylan, and never disapeared up her own ass like Bjørk and The KLF did. Kristina was just Kristina, and not much was known about her. Some rumour claims that she originally came from one of the Baltic countries, while other that she has always had lived in Helsinki. Some rumours claimed that her first album was produced by Lou Reed in Berlin, while other claims that she only released one album “Girl from Nowhere”, all other output was fake fan re-enactments. Another rumour said that she was the mother of Pete Doherty, or at least in some werird way related to him. In some versions of this rumour she might be his aunt, in other his lover or even his sister, sometimes she is all of these things at once. Contracdictions are there to be accepted, and all the jazz.

 

We should all agree that Kristina was the greatest artist in modern times, and that “Girl from Nowhere” was the best album ever recorded. If you still think that title belongs to “Ocean Rain” by the Bunnymen then I can conlude that you have never heard “Girl from Nowhere”.

 

We arrived at the venue, it was called “ulkonaliikkumiskieltotorni”, whatever that meant. We entered. The stage was as small as we expected. The room was dark. The beer expensive, and tasted cheap. On the stage stood a bootle, the label was in Finnish, so we cold only guess if it was Vodka or water. Besides the bottle stood Kristinas mythical Glockenspiel, the one she uses to write all her song. It was going to be a night to remember !

 

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The lie is far more complex, it involves a couple of british popstars, a singer called Aija,

and a book called Bad Wisdom: “The Lighthouse At The Top Of The World”.

 

Here is a couple of truths about the lie.

 

• The lie begins in a cabin on a train somewhere in Finland.

 

• The lie can be googled on the internet.

 

• The lie will tell you that “Helsinki Angels” is the best song ever recorded.*

 

So go Google the lie, or go write your own truth, whatever you find the most appealing in your current situation.

What ever you do, you are welcome in the club of "The Beatiful Losers"

 

*Fun fact : The only thing that the lie has in common with all the existings truths out there is the fact that “Helsinki Angels”

is by far the best song ever recorded.

 

BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELSINKI By Ulrik Brandt Hansen

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