An afternoon and evening in Kranj

 

starting with a children's book launch

followed by a solo dance performance

and ending with the concert of the one and only Damir and all of his energy and good lyrics. 

Ment day 3 - 12 acts in a single night

 Bernhard Eder

ŠećeЯ

 Trupa Trupa

IT - Another crying game

 Cheap House

 Evija Vebere

 Zvon - Zvezdana Novaković

People Club

 Damir Avdić

 Šajzerbiterlemon

 Odd ID

Body says No

Damir Avdić

 He deserves to have a few photos in a single post 

 because he, with his dark, socially critical texts and powerful performance, 

 gives me faith that there are people out there who care about other people and the world we live in.

Two people

two stories

one performance.

What if we stop talking to each other face to face

and just start using text boxes on our computers and smart phones?

Well, after considering that at the exhibition I had to go to Damir's concert, because I knew he has got some of the answers this society is looking for. 

Damir

Avdić. If you haven't seen him perform yet, you really should the next chance you get .

And he is back...

and he is still having fun. and entertaining us.

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.

Excellent

story telling. And he seems to be becoming a regular on my blog, but he has had a different performance every time I have seen him, so why not?

Total manipulation

(for a change)
In my head it might as well have looked like this as the two photos (which form this very simple collage) were taken within half an hour and 10 km of each other. And it does feel weird sometimes, all this jumping around and swift changes. It really is totally different to my translation work (well, there I might also be sometimes translating a highly expert archaeological text only to be interrupted by a last minute translation for a daft speaker in the parliament (because somebody came from overseas and he wants to impress him), so really it is not that different in my head, it is just physically static (except for my fingers) – and this immediate negation showed you that I never think what I will write on my blog, I always just write it as I go along). So before I reveal any more highly classified secrets as to how I approach my blog, I better bid you all fairwell, so, until tomorrow...