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)

An opening

that is a beginning of a process.

Blue

Blue as the sea,
blue as the sky,
blue as the soul...

What happens when we add even more blue to this world?

I was really looking forward

to hearing a  bit of Sacre de Printemps and watching a fragmented reconstruction of Nijinsky in some sort of an unimaginable combination with Pussy Riot's Punk Prayer, but what I got was an incredibly uninspiring lecture in which dancers were used as props.

Course of events (or when the title of the show fits real life just perfectly)

On Wednesday I was supposed to go and photograph the dress rehearsal for this show, but in the morning as my alarm went off and I got up, my body had a different idea as to how it wants to spend the day. Following the first couple of steps, the body just crashed to the ground. Just like I was some sort of Icarus or a hot air balloon caught in the midst of a surprise summer storm. After waking up on the floor no less than three (3!) times, I decided I should go back to bed for a bit and then visit my GP. Of course all this meant that I had to tell the good people at the theatre that I can't make it to the dress rehearsal (I am almost 100% that this was the first time I actually didn't go to photograph something that I arranged to go). Luckily they got somebody to step in at such short notice, but it sure left me restless. It was not that it bothered me that I lost a work opportunity (and no, it is not that I am so loaded with dosh that I couldn't care less for it), it really, really bugged me that there was a photo op out there that I am going to miss out on. It is all about the joy of being there, seeing people perform, hearing them, learning something about how other people think, function, how their imagination works that doesn't let me sleep at night (or day). Luckily for me, I felt better soon, so I managed to catch the opening night on Sunday and took just a few photos of the performance - for me, so I could feel relaxed and happy that the show did not elude me, for the performers and all involved in the performance and the theatre to have a small memento of the opening night and for all of you who occasionally take a look at my blog or my photos elsewhere. So, all's well that ends well.