We are in a popular nightclub in Oslo. An amazon with a miniskirt and flaming red hair enters the stage, hits a chord on the guitar, sings: "I don't wanna be your sugar baby, I don't wanna be your slave in paradise". The tones rise and fall, first with intense joy, next in dark melancholia. The audience applauds and scream: "More!" Caroline tears off her jacket, lifts her arms over her head, kicks the beat with the most solid boots ever seen at Smuget, and roars: "I wanna live, I wanna live right, I wanna love, I wanna love right, I wanna do what is right for me."
COSTUME CHANGE
The mini dress has been replaced by orange jeans, the stage at Smuget by the hill at Akershus Fort. Caroline Waters squints at the sun and talks willingly about everything from film, feminism and the Goddess religion to photography, books, big cities and children. About the change she's undergone, which goes far deeper than the media-hyped costume change to mini dress and black bra.
Caroline says the developing process sped up when she lost her mother, a year ago.