Bešamel

A bit of music and some poetry and some good company. 

After 7 months

in Venice they returned home and held a concert.

Takes me back

to a time I wasn't even born yet.

I couldn't

even go for a beer with my friends without taking my small camera and taking a few photos.

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.

Tell us

how it used to be.

Story slam

is about regular people (yup just like you and me) who come and tell their true life stories and yet some people come on stage and tell you an intimate and embarrassing story as if they were true professionals.

When rappers

publish books and promote the on the national alcohol day. 

New challenges

It seems that the time has come for me to try something new again. This time I have been asked to be the director of photography (I know, it sounds way too pompous for me, so if you will ask me about it when you bump in to me, I will just say I helped out a bit) for a short film that will be a part of a performance (very soon). On our first night we only did a couple of static shots so I had time to slowly discover what it is all about. Of course, I didn't get to take any photos of the action but took a few behind the scene ones, so here is one of the director talking with the actor.