News

So here's the News: TK Berg is launching a website!
Yes, what we've all been clamouring for is coming to pass & I certainly hope that you will find some bits & pieces to thrill & delight you in here.

Oct 15.2009: Hello everyone, hope yer all doin good! TGIF right..? I said yesterday that if you dropped by today, there'd be more and I'm someone who tries to stay true to my word. So it's the same place, (the music- page) though a different time and if you see a soaked, little pup wonderin' beneath a roadsign, show him the way to go. Hope you'll like it..TK

Oct 15.2009: Getting ready for the weekend...? For no reason other than that they seem to be in ok shape to show, the next couple of days I thought I'd put a couple more songs on the site. Just go to the music- page and check out the songs on the widget. Hope you like it and drop by tomorrow for more. TK

Sep 20.2009: Hello everybody! New stuff happening in Berg-land. New songs in the hatching and a new way of getting more songs across. Go to the music- page and check it out. As you'll see, there are fan-options available there as well, if that cooks your dinner and there'll also be new songs appearing, both for streaming and download, and maybe even exclusives, so keep an eye open.

Mar 12.2009: The wait is finally over! Get yer handbags and gladrags out of the closet. For your listening pleasure, the TK Berg Live-experience makes it's triumphant return to "Ruinen" on friday the 20th! Time: 8.30-ish. See you there:)And to top it off there's even new stuff on the music page. Check it out!

Sep 30.2008: Update!?!? New song posted on the music-page.

Feb 07.2008: So it's time to rock it out at "Ruinen" again. Clear your diaries for February 23. Gig starts at 8.30pm(so the bloody neighbours can't complain!)

Aug 23.2007: New gig at "Ruinen" on Saturday 25th, just two days away! Another night of The Strolling Blunder Revue... Gig starts at 10pm.

July 11.2007: Pictures from the gig at "Ruinen" are posted on the pictures-page.
And below you'll find part two of my little story which I'm sure you've been dying to read...

Now, I said they were a travelling theatre troup and in fact, they had to catch a boat leaving half an hour later. Being finally arranged in the hold of an old tanker, I ventured to see if I could find out exactly where we were headed. The fire-eater doubled as both tight-rope walker and the love interest in the play they were doing (a medievalized version of Romeo and Juliet, complete with gods and demons, traps and false-bottomed caskets, unscripted) and was the best looking fire-eater you could ever hope to find. Couldn't not ask her. She told me she wasn't sure I's supposed to know but the boat was headin' due south for a port somewhere in Italy. "Well," I said, "Italy sounds tremendous, but how'll I get back to the Post Office by Monday, then?" "Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine," she said before telling me she had to rehearse the poison-cup scene from the play, over in that sort-of direction. "That tight-rope can get damn slippery if you dribble." Feeling kind of woozy from old fumes hangin' in the air and new fumes not helping, I started wandering about a little to see just who I was travellling with, here. After a while I came to the far end of the hold where a transvestite and a bearded lady were doing the opening scene, both in chain mail and a hot-tub. To get the feeling of a city street they had people milling back and forth and the hold seemed like a crowded street here. Then, out of nowhere it seemed, a horse-drawn cart came rumbling, clip-clopping on the steel girders. Amazingly, two pairs of hands appeared and hauled me into the cart. "Hup, hup!!" they cried and the horse went into a racing gallop. "What the.." "Sshh, don't say anything. We're getting you out of here." "Outta here?? We're on a boat, for crying out loud! And I'm a terrible swimmer! Didn't bring my trunks either, for that matter...." "Sshh!" How it happened, I don't know, but the next minute, the sound drifting through in through the cracks in the wooden cart, were more of hooves on gravel than wheels on steel. Sneaking a peek through one of the cracks I seemed to discern dust and rolling hills. I couldn't make out my kidnappers but I figured only a cotton curtain or a fragile wooden wall was between me and freedom so I lunged in the direction I had entered. Fading shouts were all I could hear as I flew through the air and landed heavily, rolling a few feet down a dusty country road. Faintly I could see the horse and carriage galloping into the distance, being swallowed by rising dust and hot air. I had no idea where I was, but as it's generally accepted that it's better out than in, I was pretty pleased with myself, anyhow. Looking around I found there actually were low, rolling hills all around, rising and falling like a tune drifting in from a distance. It looked like nothing I'd seen outside of TV and travel magazines. It certainly seemed a deserted place, as far as I could tell, it was hot and there was a dry wind carrying the scent of the ocean up the valley. The road was going up a hill, and figuring that mountains are usually at the top of hills, and it's harder walking up than down, I started making my way for the sea. There were poplars and palm trees gently whispering in the breeze and olive groves shivered in the heat down the vale. I couldn't believe my luck. The place to be. A faint buzz from a passing bee reached me, but it didn't bother me. The road was going into a ravine and now the buzz suggested that either this was a bee of quite ridiculous proportions or it had to be something else. Needless to say, just as I'm thinking "Aw geez, not again..." car doors burst open and I'm tugged into the backseat of a worn out Ford. "All right, what's goin' on here..." "We're getting you outta here, now shush!" "But it's great! I don't wanna go!!" "You don't know the half of it, but you gotta be at the Post Office Monday morning, so shut it!" Typical! Just when freak accidents take you where you wanna be, you gotta go. The driver put his foot to the floor and if I'd been able to see anything through the window, I'm sure the scenery was flying by. Before I knew any more, though, the cars screeched to a halt, they opened the door, dumped me on the curb and sped away. Somewhat slightly dazed, it took a couple of minutes before I could take in the surroundings. Then I recognized them, thuogh. Asking a guy slouching beside me in the ditch I found what the time was and as I wasn't able to come up with anything better to do, I started making my way to work. Well, you know, maybe all good things really must come to and end. Still, as I was walking up the road, I couldn't help looking and listening a little bit harder than before... Where the Hell's the car....?

June 28. 2007: Another gig lined up at "Ruinen" in Oslo. July 7th is the date so make sure to be there, you won't regret it!
On a different note, here's the first installment of a little thing I wrote to keep myself sane while wandering the mean streets of the city. Hope you enjoy it!

Being brought up out in the sticks, anybody can tell you, that you're forever being reminded of how unbelievably dangerous a city is. Or any kind of population centre of over 200 souls, really. Size doesn't, as such, necessarily matter. If there are more than three houses per square mile and one with more than two storeys, you're basically more liable to be mugged, conned, raped, stabbed and/or shot than meeting a half friendly face. Or perhaps I should say, not liable, for these are things you're told WILL happen. For sure. According to warnings and parental wisdom. So, of course, that's where you go. Sounds a hell of a lot more interesting than living amongst roving four-legged sheep and twittering birds. I love birds, no problem, but the winged kind are, generally speaking, not too verbose when it comes to matters of, say, musical or an intellectual nature. Call me a snob, I don't mind. Anyway, so I went to the city. Was out late nights till early mornings without anyone coming close to either mugging or shooting me. (I went totally un-raped as well. Nobody even tried...) Maybe I went to the wrong places, I don't know. However, as money was getting tight, I figured I'd better find some way of generating some kind of income. Now, the only thing I know how to do is play the guitar and sing (feel free to disagree, mildly or violently, on a scale from 1 to 10, with the latter, specifically or with both, in general) You can send your reply to the RSPCA c/o Samuel Smith, Hounslow, UK. There might be prizes.... Or there might not....) but wherever I went I was told they had the summer all laid out. As I dug out my cd, they seemed sorta happy they had. So the guitar got to rest for awhile as my search for employment wound me up at the Post Office. Then there was an afternoon, coming off of work, I was basically walking down the street headin' back to my bedsit, that my mothers warnings came back to me. I was just wandering in my usual manner and hadn't noticed a car crawling up the street and parking 200 feet ahead. But as I was passing, the doors flung open and I was hurriedly hauled into this slightly worn Volkswagen van. Now, this was not part of my daily routine, so I guess it would be fair to say that I was pretty surprised and all I managed to let out was a tepid "Heeyyy...." Never was the eloquent man of action, I suppose. Once inside the car, though, I got to wondering. It seemed a bit much for just a mugging. They could've knocked me out cold, right there on the street, and found I hadn't a penny. Kidnapping and ransom were pretty much out, too, as nobody knew me and I knew no one with money. Maybe they were gonna sell me on the black market, I thought, though working indoors my tan wouldn't account much of price. Finding myself at a total impasse, I figured I might as well just ask 'em. So I did. Turned out they were a travelling theatre troup and one man down in the rigging and lighting department. Just how they could tell that I'd actually set up a couple of amphitheatre-stands and knew the difference between a CP-62 and a CP-64 (well, I did once, anyway...) they didn't let on, but there we were, regardless. "Well, fine," I said, "but I gotta be back at the Office Monday morning or I'll catch hell for all the mailbags that'll need sorting." "Oh, course, of course," they assured me, "we'll fix that no problem."
To be continued...

Apr 11. 2007: The Friday 13th gig has been moved to Saturday 14th. Same venue, same time, less danger!

Apr 7. 2007: On Friday 13. I will be performing live at "Ruinen", St Halvards Plass, in Oslo. The Show will start at 9 pm. Show up for a night full of great music and disasters...

Jan 24. 2007: New song, "Shady Angel's Smile", added to the "Music" page.

Sept 10. 2006: Taking a little trip to the fair city of London, to make stages and, who knows, maybe even streets, unsafe with the music I'm making
and playing. Knocking on doors, banging on windows, ringing them bells...
It's a dirty job and there's no one else to do it, so here I go. If you're in town and you're dying for a live-performance of my music,
check out various open mic's, for the moment. And if you're interested in having me play somewhere, don't hesitate getting in touch.