B-side for children

of all ages...

Remixing

not music, but a dance performance, the one we did a couple of years ago. 

First time out

after almost a week. Mind you, it was just a quick -IamstillnotsureIam100% - skip to Bikofe where I met the guys, grabbed a quick coffee (first one in over a week, and even though I am not a coffee addict, it sure felt good, I guess mainly because it meant I was out and about, which might just possibly be an indication that my fever has truly passed), decided quickly where and what we want to do and went and did it. And that was my first outing in a week. But I am sure I will have another one tomorrow. And photograph something different.

Freedom

does it truly exist out there, or is it merely a figment of my imagination? Or is it nothing more than a part of the cunning propaganda that is splashed through our brains day in, day out.

The man

 with all the toys. And the radiowaves.

And the live performance on the night.

Behemot

 One moment it is open

The next it is shut. For good. He did an excellent job, unfortunately this is sometimes just not good enough. So I guess we will soon all be forced to buy cheap books from the supermarket (you can find our finest selection of the top 20 bestsellers on aisle 27, between nappies and  corkscrews) or order them from Al Capone's Amazon. 

Tell us

how it used to be.

Refocusing

Of course

we all took loads of photos at the opening of this photographic exhibition.
And afterwards we returned to Ljubljana for a drink and stumbled on a blues concert.

New year

and we are back to our old tricks. The first thing I wanted to go and photograph was cancelled due to illness (get well soon G or M - I guess it is one or the other and hope that it is not both). On the positive side (I am totally convinced I am one of the most optimistic depressed people ever) that gave me more time to work on the translations I have to hand in soon in the new year (for all of those complaining that you have to go to work on the 2^nd already and that we freelancers have got it easy). Anyroad, none of this has got anything to do with all you, so I will just skip to the evening and the photo part (so, without further ado, here it is):

This was the first band (D'Zombies) and this was how we all felt (it was 1^st January, so most were still tired from the night before)    

 And here I was playing dodge that sliding trombone with one of the musicians (that was a new game I discovered - so I have already made my first major new discovery of the new year)

 Then came the band that traditionally organises this concert (Carina) and I thought that the singer looked pretty happy.

 (Just a quick photo of the whole band before I sign off. Goodbye and talk to you soon. Oh, and even though I am not much into all this, you might be: Happy New Year to you all)

A bit of audience participation

 and the singer drumming

 and the guitar player, just to show that there were other people in the band.

Don't forget

what he always says: Poetry is cool!

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)