It is December

and we all feel and look a bit like this. After leaving the clown cabaret, I dropped in at Bikofe, which is sadly closing down, but they are having a sort of happy, one could say celebratory wake (and they deserve to be happy with what they have done over the years and don't deserve to be closed down) with a whole month of events. This night saw the last exhibition in Bikofe, ever.

And here is Vuk, one of the rare neighbours who not only did not oppose Bikofe in the neighbourhood, but was a regular patron of the place and will miss the place terribly.

Another

outdoor concert, so the summer is still not completely over (even though I went home as soon as the concert finished because it was freezing - so maybe it is the end of the summer - or have I just jinxed it now?)

It is not often

you see the same musician two nights in a row (at very different venues, mind you). But it did give me a chance to observe how much it can all depend on the night and the circumstances. The first night she was a support act at a large venue (well large for our small hamlet, somewhere on the shady side of the Alps) and her performance was rather bleak. I had a feeling it could have been any band up there on stage. Just doing their job, nothing special. Luckily for me I have seen her before and I knew she could do better. So the next night I walked down to my local to see what she has for us today. What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours... So, after a slightly off day: welcome back Nadeah.

A bit rough

on the edges and in the core, the duet managed to scare away two English girls sitting at the table next to me before the concert started (c'mon guys how am I supposed to get to know any girls if you scare them away?)

All the way

from Brooklyn, just to play in my local cafe. Thanx.

Excellent

live band (and no, I am not saying this because they have a girl bass player and drummer).

Exhibition

opening at my local cafe, which turned into a small party (seems this is the only way to stay sane (or at least put off the worries that are driving me insane) these days).

Nothing to do

with the photo, or the event, or the place. It is just that I have been trying really hard not to think about something, so I focused much too much (way beyond reason) on something else, and now my mind is well, like a bowl of mushy peas - rather useless, unless you are easily entertained. So I had a choice of either not posting my blog until I can think straight again, or to post a photo from the day and write some utter gibberish under it. Guess what I decided was the better option?

By now

you should be able to recognise this shadow, as he appeared on my blog a few times already. If I had anything worthwhile to give away I would hold a small quiz with prizes and stuff, but as it is, you can just guess and get a pat on your back the next time I see you.

Fishing

for a dream (as my friend would say). Or fishing for a compliment. Or fishing for a reflection. Of fishing for money. Or that elusive feeling. Or food. Or recognition. Or happiness. Or love. Or a smile behind those tears. Or just sitting on the beach, without a fishing rod and gazing into space as the sun goes down.