Thursday, 30 October 2014

After watching some people

hang around,

 I went to Lolita's concert which they were promising to record live, but something went wrong with the machinery, so nothing has been recorded (so they will have to have another concert to record the live album).

(And this is Izi trying to persuade all of you with his gaze to come to their next concert that they will be recording live.)

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

I rarely

watch TV at home. I prefer visiting galleries where I can watch bears watch TV, live.

And when I want to get into shape I visit an exhibition and conquer 111 mountain peaks (or whatever is left of them) in 20 minutes (and dance afterwards).

Monday, 27 October 2014

I miss

spending time at rehearsals in this theatre. I hope they will start working on something new soon....

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Some days (or weeks, nobody is keeping track)

I feel like an underwater creature that somebody has dragged from the deep sea and left lying on the pier for dead. On days like that I stare at the ceiling motionlessly, a little Help voice resounding throughout my body. Of course, on the surface nobody can read my mind, and even if they could, they do not speak my language. I am just an alien in a hostile man shoot man man over a dog biscuit world.

Friday, 24 October 2014

Finished translating

2 plays this week, so I might as well go to an exhibition or two... the first one I went to had Which language will it speak written on the wall., which seemed rather appropriate as one of the plays was a multilingual one to start off with. 

Thursday, 23 October 2014

After photographing

the dress rehearsal of the Girl with the dragon (which I also photographed a few days ago, see the blog post from a couple of days back) I decided to stay for the second dress rehearsal - for the Hunting season, even though I knew it would be hard to get a good photo of it as it was being filmed from all angles and distances.

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

The streets

turned to river overnight, but in the morning the sun shined in the calm blue sky as if nothing had happened.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

What I really

missed during my weekends at the seaside where dance performances. Luckily for me there might be a few to see this week. This is the first one, where I got a sneak preview during rehearsals. (Yey, lucky me!) Now I can look forward to what seems will be a culture packed week.

Friday, 17 October 2014

Moving my summer house

further south.
(I can't believe I went for my walkies without a camera and had to take this one with my crappy phone cam)

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

I've been to the sea

a lot over the past three weeks. And as it was the post-season sea, it was great (or might one say awesome?). But what I really, really missed was a bit of live music, a play, a performance and maybe an exhibition or two (non-existent or extremely hard to find in a small post season tourist town, that seems to be closing down for the winter)... So whenever I came back to Ljubljana during these three weeks I needed to make up for le temps perdu.
Yesterday I decided to go and listen to Tal Kesari, a young Israeli musician from Tel Aviv. Really enjoyed the concert in the subtle and intimate settings, but during the concert I once again realised (really, realised once again?) how much I need to understand the lyrics. And I didn't. Which was a great shame because the slightly melancholic sounds of the songs made me think I would truly enjoy them (the lyrics I mean, I enjoyed the songs anyway).
Once the concert ended I was left there, wanting more. More live music. So I trotted down to Celica, where QuatroPorTango were playing.
 And they have sure improved in leaps and bounds since the first time I saw them in KUD in June 2009 (and then again in August of the same year). So thumbs up to you guys! But even after the second concert of the night, I felt I needed more (even though I was sleepy and a part of me (the battered and weary body part) was making some muffled noises that sounded exceptionally like - I want to go home. I managed to ignore these voices and pretend I never heard them), so once more I trotted onwards. This time to Prulček for a bit of good ol' fashioned jamming.

After this and a beer I finally felt I had enough and could go home to bed and bid all my bedbugs (which will bite me) goodnight and wait for the morning to come.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

Saturday, 11 October 2014

This is my street

said the cat.
Which was weird, because I thought it was mine.
In the end we decided to share it.

Monday, 6 October 2014

Sunday, 5 October 2014