You already know Cindy Sheehan, but here's some more about the man behind the prize:
The later years, Erik Bye was mostly known for his songwriting, but earlier, he was known for his friendship with Americans, and especially native Americans. He didn't like the Bushies much.
From an interview in 2002:
"-I'm struggling to keep my belief in humanity", says Erik Bye and lights a Prince Mild. "-How long is it before this interview is printed, by the way?"
DB: In some weeks.
BYE: "-Is that true? Some weeks? Then there may have broken out a war with Iraq in the meantime. You know that, don't you?"
DB: Yes, I do.
BYE: "-Maybe our species will have disappeared before this interview is printed. Today we have idiots all over the place. «We must fight terror», says Bondevik." (Norw. PM) "He talks about terrorism as if it was a geographical place. But this is a network of humans! The fight against terrorism is shadow boxing. The more action we take, the larger the recruitment."
(...)
DB: Do you think about how it is to die?
BYE: "-I know I'm gonna die and that it's getting close. And I'm selfish enough to wish it to happen in the most painless way possible. But when I think about the word «death», I mostly think about all the innocent lives being lost in the world. In these days, one is launching rockets from 30.000 feet over Afghanistan because one believes bin Laden is in a village, but it's not certain that he's in that specific village. It can be a wedding going on instead. And then the rockets kills all the wedding guests, while bin Laden walks free. And what do we do? Well, we say «I'm sorry, we missed, better luck next time». This is what I think about when I hear the word «death»."
DB: Are you a religious man?
BYE: "-Yes, but it depends entirely on how you interpret the word «religious». I have a Christian upbringing, but I don't know if I'll call myself a Christian. What's Christianity today anyway? We even have Christian political parties. I can hardly believe it. Politics and religion does not mix well."
DB: Do you believe in a God?
BYE "-Now stop it, this sounds like one of those religious programs on NRK. If I have a God? It's almost too big to talk about. God or no God, I can see the blessings in the things around me. And I appreciate Jesus. He was a revolutionary. Despite his mildness, he was a dangerous man. What I don't like is that we are throwing bombs in his name. I can't tolerate that."
(...)
BYE: "-But now we must stop talking about me and my life. We must talk about what's important. Politics. We're at war, dammit!"
DB: You've already mentioned that.
Bye: "-Yes, and I can't get rid of the thoughs. Too seldom journalism are mentioning the important things. Often just small notes, small columns or just small talk where you mix the important things with entertainment. That's the bad omen of our times. Mixing entertainment and news. It's a danger to democracy."
DB: Now you're exaggregating.
BYE: "-No, I'm not. The people are put on the sideline because the media doesn't inform them well enough about important things. People doesn't know what goes on in politics, they can't understand the consequences of an eventual war in Iraq, they don't discuss the new NATO strategies, there is just no debate created. News and entertainment are mixed. It's dangerous."
Translated by me from
this 2002 DB interviewOne of his song lyrics.
Our Lord's Marble
I dreamt that our Lord was a little boy,
With his shirt torn, and bruises on both legs.
I saw him play marbles with our planet,
Jollily bouncing off the walls of the universe.
He played marbles, He was happy, and it was summer,
And the sun lit lightning in coloured glass.
And a thousand planets rustled in His pockets,
For in our Lord's pockets there is room.
And the planets would dance, hover, roll,
For the joy of His heart and His eyes,
But then He was distracted and forgot the game:
A butterfly touched its wing against His brow.
Oh, what a day to catch butterflies:
The most beautiful of all He ever created.
On the field lay the marbles of our Lord,
And felt alone and lost.
It was our own Earth that had gone missing,
And the field was there, damp and cold as night,
And God went home and shuddered in His shirt,
But I don't remember if He cried.
And we who are born of the little Earth,
Who believe that nothing counts without it,
We must dream that He will keep looking tomorrow,
And hope that He will find us again.
Translated to English from this Norw. song contest prog:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TigyI_7VEmwHis most famous tune, it's not him singing here, tough.