Pål Moddi KnutsenDag 1: Oslo til BærumsmarkaDet første skrittet er det tyngste. Eg har både gledd og grudd meg til denne dagen. Gleda meg fordi eg endeleg skal gå. Vandre. Telefonen…May 19May 19
Pål Moddi Knutsen‘He was singing from the centre of the volcano’Walking in Victor Jara’s footsteps through Santiago.Nov 9, 2015Nov 9, 2015
Pål Moddi Knutsen152 Stabs Per MinuteYesterday we had seven songs. Now we have six.Aug 22, 2015Aug 22, 2015
Pål Moddi KnutsenSummer Make GoodSalute plurimam dicit. Si vales, bene est, ego valeo. Or hello, if you prefer it a little less fancy. I write this in a hurry, waiting for…Jun 11, 2015Jun 11, 2015
Pål Moddi KnutsenSilhouette — a song for the bedlamsI remember the day very well. It was the day before my first real concert, the 23rd of November 2006. I had borrowed the keys for a public…Feb 18, 2015Feb 18, 2015
Pål Moddi KnutsenMonster musicA year back, I got a phone call from an unknown number. In the other end was Øystein Ulsvik Brager, a theatre director and generally happy…Jan 29, 2015Jan 29, 2015
Pål Moddi KnutsenA rider for twoWhen I tell people that my job is to do concerts, the topic of riders often comes up more than reasonably fast. “”Nov 11, 2014Nov 11, 2014
Pål Moddi KnutsenA video diary never releasedYou remember the feeling of being 14 and coming to school with a blood-red, saucer-sized, puss-pouring pimplefuck rising like a chimney at…Nov 5, 2014Nov 5, 2014