Sunday, 7 February 2016

It is funny

how quickly you forget that Nik is doing the entire performance without any facial expressions (I just wish I could pass on his brilliant body language through my photos).

Thursday, 4 February 2016

Ment - day 2

Ufff... I have heard and seen (as we photographers like to do) 7 bands tonight and that was quite exhausting...

It all started with this young French duo (Ropoporose), who had some really good energy on stage. They were followed immediately by 

Any Other (an Italian trio), who seemed to be holding back most of the time... Like they were afraid they might do something wrong if they really show us what they want to show us (they did manage to show us what they are all about in two songs towards the end, and I say: go for it). There was another band in the same venue, but I decided it was time to pack my bag and head downtown, to the old power plant where I was awaited by

Ana Ćurčin, who apparently forgot her band at home, so she had a quiet solo performance, which I am afraid I was to bubbly (I know, it sounds weird) for at the time (I crashed into a totally different mood then I was before, but I was terribly sorry I was in such a rush that I didn't buy a CD which I could listen to later on, as I often tend to be in a mood for such music - but not this night)... Once again, I packed my bag and this time I headed for the former military barracks, for what my friends in Maribor promised me would be an excellent concert (they saw this band a couple of days ago)

Cosovel, which I guess I should really of have gone to see two days later in Kosovelova soba in Sežana, as I am sure that they saved their best for there (not to say it was not good here, mind you). All the jumping in the front row (yes, I don't take photos of all the time, if I like the music I dance, or do something which resembles dancing, but you know, as FZ used to say: One of my legs is shorter than the other and both my feet too long) got me a bit tired, but I still went to see

Bernays propaganda as I always enjoy hearing them live and even though they seemed to have lost a little bit of their edge over the years they still give a great concert. When they finished I wanted to go and see another band but when I came there the venue was so packed they were not letting people in, and as I am people, I was not let in. So I went around and stopped to hear one song by The Canyon Observer (I didn't take any photos of them, as it was all darkness and fog and so many people I just knew that even if I managed to squeeze myself somewhere close to the stage I would not manage to take a photo that would please me), and then I dropped by top hear one song of

Pridjevi, but as I only heard a single song, I cannot really tell you anything about them (not that I told you much about the previous bands, as I am not a reviewer). After that In was told I should check out the Bosnian hip-hopper (and apparently I do as I am told)

Sassja. Once she finished I was about as tired as you are after reading my blog, so I decided I needed to go home, even though there was more to be had... but the old and wise man that I am, I thought to myself: tomorrow is another day, so I went home to check whether my bed was still empty (and yes, it was), knowing that I will return the very next day.

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Ment festival - day 1

I often get lost composing my blog after I attended a concert or even festival with more bands. At the beginning I  really tried to stick to my original (as in first, not as in never ever seen before) idea that I will post a single photo every day, but through time the blog sort of evolved (yes, I am an evolutionist by nature) or at least changed if not evolved, as I might discover sometime in the future that the new path is merely a cul-de-sac (and, no it hasn't proven to be one yet, and I guess that if it does I am most likely to take a few steps back and find another path down another cul-de-sac, for that's just how life seems to be, a series of dead ends - just like this overly long sentence and blog post in general)...
Anyway, not to get too much into all this, here are photos from first day of the festival (but just one from each band, the rest you can find elsewhere). This first one is from Leyya, which I am sure I would enjoy if I was in a slightly different mood, but here I was all excited about the three day festival and all the new bands that I will see I almost forgot about all the love woes that constantly chase me.. But I will remember to listen to them as soon as the festival is over and I will fall back into my normal life....
Leyya was followed by an unplugged version of Noctiferia (is that even possible? A metal band unplugged? - It turns out it is).
And they were followed by Nina Bulatovix, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not find Nina anywhere... so here is the drummer of the band.
And Repetitor were back, but I  seem to see them on a rather regular basis anyway. Still haven't got bored with them and they were my favourite band of the evening (but I think I was kind of expecting that in advance, which is not really fair on all the other bands. But I tried to listen to all of them without prejudice)
The evening was brought to the end by ABOP, but I was a bit tired by now (some of us actually have to work in the morning), so maybe my heart was not all in it by this stage.

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Haven't seen

the Wild Strings Trio for a while, and as it was a special birthday gig I thought I would check them out again. So: Happy Birthday Petra, Happy Birthday Toby and Happy Birthday Alex.

Saturday, 30 January 2016

I guess

there might be a smidgen of hope for this world if revolutionaries start this young.

Thursday, 28 January 2016


enjoyed the concert. So, if you weren't there, all I can say is: You snooze, you loose.

Tuesday, 26 January 2016

A bit of fiddling

going on. And after a 12 hour day of translation (kids, don't do this at home!) I needed to relax and let my mind wander around the soundscape.

Monday, 25 January 2016

Poetry reading

and for a change I will show you a photo I took, but will not write anything about the evening itself. Instead, I will attach a poem I wrote a while ago (as the ones I have been writing lately are sort of not finished and can obviously not be shown yet)

Il sacco di Roma (revisited)

Darling, sit by the window, for you can see

the dead aligned along the roads from the aeroplane.

Millions of starved, mutilated and distressed bodies
thrown in the gutters along the roads leaving Rome,
corpses ready to be devoured by wolves or shipped away
in the white styrofoam coffins dispatched from China
and paid for by the nice people in the Bankviertel.

If we took the car we might have discovered these bodies
were still alive (well, when I say alive I mean they might
still be breathing  this foul and toxic air, for this is all
the hope they deserve) and kicking at each other’s jaws,
hoping to crack them open and fishing their best friend’s tongue
from his broken mouth, eating it raw and washing it down with
a spot of black blood erupting from the mangled mess of bones,
teeth and flesh that used to have a human form and that was
capable of reciting Shakespeare, Burns and Blake, arguing
against or in favour of Nietzsche’s nihilism (depending on
the day and quantities of wine drunk), explaining Plato’s
Republic to the children playing footie in the cul-de-sac,
drinking single malt and shedding tears over the writings of
Sylvia Plath and Sarah Kane, and still bringing the evening to
an end with a gentle kiss on the lover’s lips, tasting the sweetness
of life and sucking it all in.   

The men in suits and with blood on their hands have turned
their backs and walked  away  a lifetime ago (mind you, a
lifetime these days does  not last more than the first few
breaths of the newly born – and that is if you are lucky);
they have locked themselves in their castles in the sky,
started inbreeding and produced even more vile offspring;
with almost no heart but a lot of greed they look around
in search of what they might still need to grab and rub against,
laughing wildly at the thought of mankind, certain that
people are worthless machines, disposables, not worth
the ink printed on a piece of worthless paper.

Darling, as we make a run for it, cracking our teeth
against the two cyanide capsules in this deafening aeroplane
take a last look at Europe as it used to be, close your eyes,
and remember it in all its glory and splendour.

(January 2013)

Thursday, 21 January 2016

I saw this at the exhibition

and it immediately made me think of you (so I just had to take a photo of it).
And just so you won't think I use my blog just to send messages to a girl I fancy, I will also attach a photo of the concert I went to after the exhibition (and which I thoroughly enjoyed). So here it is:

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

The faces

of some of the people who are trying to make this planet a better place to live in.
If nothing else visit the exhibition and take a moment to think about what some of them were willing to give up for this.

Tuesday, 19 January 2016

There was way

too many people to actually see anything at the opening (which is good in a way), but I did listen to the music before I left.

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Two Hungarian

dance solos in one night.
 Bence Mezei: UTOPIANOW (in a search for a beautiful life)
Gyula Cserepes: Selfy
(Are we entering an age of darkness?)

Monday, 11 January 2016


to see that one of my photos helped put the smallest theatre in Ljubljana (or at least the smallest I have been to) and some young creative and talented minds on the Hamlet map.
(apart from the fact that I really love taking photographs of talented people doing their thing, I also find it extremely satisfactory when a photo I took helps them be noticed by people who might otherwise not notice them).

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Malevich's strings

in the dark corner of the cinema (played to the images of a 1983 video)
followed by all strings detached.

Saturday, 2 January 2016

Day 2

of the year and concert No. 2 of the year. That's a good start to the year, isn't it? Of course we were convinced we will not be able to stand out in the cold and snow throughout the entire concert so we remained sitting and drinking in a nearby cafe until we decided it is about time to go (or finished off our drinks). When we arrived to the concert it turned out to be the photographer's nightmare (it was snowing and there were so many people it was impossible to get close to the stage), but luckily I have learned one or two tricks in the years I have been taking photographs, so I managed to get a couple of satisfactory shots nonetheless - without stepping on people's toes or standing right in front of them, blocking their view).

Friday, 1 January 2016


(well at least some of them) are there for a reason.
I know we have stumbled (I am afraid that with humanity going in the direction we are, stumble is all we are entitled to) into a new year only once I have heard Carina play their traditional New Year concert... This is the Ljubljana's poor man version of the crystal ball descending on Times Square. (Only it doesn't happen at midnight on new year's eve, but roughly 24h later)
But even punk isn't what it used to be. They announce that the concert will start at 10 pm and guess what.... it actually started on time (which meant I was late and almost missed the first band, but managed to come there just in time to take a couple (yes two) of photos of the singer (the other is rather similar to this one).
I had better luck with the next two bands (i.e. I managed to take a few more photos and hear a bit more of their music) So I might as well show you a few photos of each of them (as it is new year)
 The frontman doing his thing
 The drummer playing it cool
  The bass player showing the frontman that he has lost it (the rhythm I mean)
And these were the guys who organised the event
 The singer (in shock)
 One of the two backing vocalists (definitely the cutest one on stage - of the entire night)
The guitarist (who got a pair of knickers thrown at him - I could think of worse ways to start the new year)
And another one of the singer (in a professor's pose) and Neli in the audience.