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The times we live in.... 
 

From a performance

in Stara Elektrarna

to an exhibition opening in Galerija Alkatraz....

I think I'm slowly settling in on this particular Friday night. 

Tea everywhere you look

but there can never be enough tea.

 And after all that tea I went for a cruise round Metelkova to see what else is happening and found two concerts in the first two places I walked into, Prismojeni profesorji bluesa

and Saša 21.

It is weird

how life goes on, but sometimes you have to stop, take a few breaths, look and remember.

The unexpected guest

who joined in the performance...

Stuff

dreams are made of.

Romuald Sourisse

explaining how it is all done.

At the first exhibition

I saw some graffiti drawing Legos 

 at the second exhibition someone almost stole my heart.

I missed almost the entire concert of the first band, but from what I saw they had a wild drummer

 while the second band I enjoyed until the very end, and then some more.

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.

From the opening

 in Alkatraz

to a poetry reading next door.

At the opening

we were all wondering who were the poor souls (or sausages would seem appropriate in this case) who got wrapped up and left in the gallery for the next 3 weeks.

At the first concert of the night (this is only 1 of the 3 musicians playing at this concert and only the first of the three bands I was to see that evening) we just relaxed in a secret garden in the middle of Metelkova and forgot all about the poor sausages from the exhibition.

As I watch

the day go by...

I see the many ways...

 people express themselves.

The fun and games

started early in the afternoon with two actors debating Dostoevsky in Glej

 and continued in the evening with a few people standing around while the policemen were waiting in the background (even though they did appear slightly two dimensional)

and ended with a concert.

Who needs

the walls anyway?

You step

into the gallery and 2426 pairs of eyes stare at you.

A piece

from the opening,

and a photo from the concert afterwards.

Standing frozen in time

staring my dark side straight into the eyes, I can feel a slight irregular palpitation in my chest and for a second or so my brain urges me to flee. But no, there is no way I will run. I will stare it out and force the dark side to run away.

Trying

to really get the feel for the exhibition.

She wore a T-shirt

with Art sucks written on its front to the opening and she got squashed by the wall.

If you can't get

close to the artist, at least get close to his self-portrait.