After all this heavy stuff

in the morning hours,

I needed to go to the concert of a boring couple* (pssst, in fact there are two boring couples, but you know, hush-hush)

and as even that was not enough to get the woes out of my head, I headed to a bar and a bit of live music and a couple of beers.

* I know it sounds a bit mean, but that is what they call themselves. 

There is always

some shit we are too old for.

Most of us have

a life shattering moment in our lives (well that's how I read this performance anyway), but I guess it is how well we cope with it that matters.

Once I finish with work

 it is all fun at exhibitions (btw: I am going to start translating this guy's comic next week)

and dance performances.

Stranger than paradise

No, not Jim's film, it's Mark's performance.
(I forgot what the film was all about, I guess I will have to have an early Jim film marathon soon)

A spot of work

 which is sometimes defined as taking photos at a dance performance,

is followed by a spot of fun, which is sometimes defined as taking photos at a concert (see how work and fun can overlap?)

As he likes

to keep his shows small and intimate, he does not announce his shows (which makes it a bit hard for his fans to see him live).

The last time a dancer

in one of my photos said: 'This photo belongs into an anthology,' the photo ended up in the exhibition An Overview of Slovenian Stage Photography 1991 - 2016. I wonder where this one will end up.

Some student

work leaped onto my blog.

There were drummers

and there were thoughts, there was darkness and there was light.

There was a point

in the performance at which it seemed that we will all be swallowed up by a huge blob that took over the stage, but then it all returned to normal.

Amela

limited me to 5 shots during the performance and I got totally carried away and took 12 (and as you see, I got this total urge to confess my wrongdoings, but if some parts weren't silent I might have gone as far as taking 20 shots).

The meaningful glance

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

Openings

can be tough sometimes.

This concert was hard

to photograph, as there was a constant exchange of darkness and flashes of light coming from all directions, but I think I managed to take a few good ones.

Metelkova anniversary time

and I felt like I have just spent a couple of years reenacting fear and loathing in Ljubljana, or maybe, I was hired to be George's shadow (the one who does all the work now he is a bit on the old side) in down and out in Metelkova,

So after seeing a couple of openings (the more observant ones amongst you might have noticed this is just one of them, but you will just have to work a bit harder to find a photo or two from the other one)

 and a single concert, I slowly retreated to my hideout.

This time

I focused more on the text and less on the photography (but hey, I had to take a few photos).

Solo twirling

in the low light.

Unfortunately

some people are taken to the breaking point.

A saxophone duet

followed by a drum/bass/guitar trio (but the guitar player didn't manage to squeeze into the photo)

During a break

in my Sunday work I visited my neighbours where I watched a bit of a dance performance. Unfortunately, I could not stay for the entire three hours, as I needed to return home, finish my work and send it off.

Somehow

we managed to come to the concert just as they announced their very last song... but of course we stayed for the party that followed...

Watching

the performance evolve slowly through time.

This time

I can really say: Been there, and I have the T-shirt to prove it!