The MugiSaga (so far)

my parents gave me my first muginfucking guitar when I was fourteen and my aunt taught me to play ‘hudson bay’- which is a beautiful song by ‘maggi ei’- after that there was no mugingback

as a young man I was mug’in the fishing industry that’s how I was drawned towards technology by the sound of machines. I saved up for a plane ticket to london by selling my grandmo the same cd seventy times each for 1000 kr. (roughly £10)… I called that cd útbrot which means rashes but can also mean escape or something like that anyway came to london to find people with passion for sounds but could only find people who were moging me around with high rent. eventually I found some mugingly passionate folks singing the blues of truth recording the traffic… basically we were all very influenced from the award winning book ‘how to be hip and cool for dummy’s’. like so many folks in our position we were all talk and no dooo.

then last year I went to malaysia and met this guy who told me that I was a wannabe and I figured out - he was right. he said you have to give yourself to the people, you got what it takes, boy, the forces are with you, you got a nice hairdo, you have to preach the massage. but I said to him that I didn't know what the message was, so he gave me pile of books to read like no logo and fast food nation and that sort of stuff and another pile of books that could go under the category of self repair like.. ten steps to love yourself and the world, the peace within and the healing power of happiness.

like so many I have nothing I am only mugison my tears have little weight one day this might be a more boring mugiograhpy until then kisses to everyone.


Mugison