The meaningful glance

exchanged mid-concert between the guitar player and a fan.

Life is good

they said and started playing.

A nice

small international gang in a local bar.

Are some

 strings

 becoming

attached?

two thirds

of a trio... the drummer is hiden in the darkness somewhere.

Gone again

to see what my friend is up to. This time he had the lights and costumes and all sorted (which I guess must have been lucky for him as it was two days to the opening night), and as a photographer I must say that to me it all fall in place when the lights are sorted.

And just so you don't forget, I also do concerts :). This time in a small cafe with almost no lights... so es, one of the rare occasions I used my flash. 

Friday

After translating all day (man are these deadlines tough), I went to the anti-corruption demonstrations, because, let’s face it, what is the point of working all day, trying to earn a bob or two, when most of the money I earn will just be spent to replace the colossal dosh holes in the state budget that occurred because some morally bankrupt (but not financially!) people thought that it is much better for them to have a lot of money, as it would otherwise be spent on health care, education, food, clothes, housing for the poor and nonsense like that. And this would obviously be a huge waste of money that is just lying around waiting to be snatched by anyone with no scruples whatsoever. 

 

After that I went to see a rehearsal for a performance, because let’s face it, what’s the point of working and fighting for your rights if you ain’t got no culture… so you need to go and support it in some way. And the good thing is that there is always something new (well, OK, almost always).

After the performance I just had to go and check out whether it was true that a starship has just landed in the Ljubljana Modern gallery. I mean, really. Out of all the places, right here, almost on my doorstep. And guess what? Yes, it really was there. Neatly parked in the basement. (However, it did appear to be slightly knackered from all the travelling it had done). 

 

And to bring this long Friday to an end I popped to a local café for a bit of live jazz music and a nightcap. (Because, you know, did I mention the deadlines? Yes, you guessed it, Saturday will be  another working day, just like Sunday)

Mascara

was the name of the band that gave us some summer evening fado and tango music, but I didn't notice the guitar player wearing any.

Free outdoor

concerts - you know summer has arrived in Ljubljana

Sabir Mateen

doing his thing

and Žiga and Petra (and me) doing our thing 

Incurabili

in a small and intimate cafe. Just like it should be.

And I am back...

I felt I needed a bit of a break, so I spent a few days reading and not really moving or doing anything (well, to tell you the truth I also have a bit of a bad back - so if you see me wondering around the streets with my heavy rucksack on my back, feel free to offer me a back massage).
Anyway, my first outing after yonks (yes, officially every day that I do not take photographs is described by the exact time measuerement of 1 yonk) was to a small outdoor jazz concert (and yeah, I could also come close to the drummer - still no telephoto lens, so I have to use the walkies close-up technique - so here is a photo of the drummer, far at the back).