Christopher Fleming.

You don't know Christopher Fleming? How come you don't know Christopher Fleming?
Wonderful guitar parts, tremendous lyrics, thrilling voice - romantic soul after all! That's our creative & sensitive being of friendly EVS family!
"Lord, here I go again... Day in, day out..." beside lyrics the flowing sound of guitar makes a bit dreamy, nostalgic, longing for undefined effect, showing scars of the past and heart bleeding, but still feeling... and image of dreamer's eyes, despite of pink glasses becoming darker, staying the same...
But still compositions [just heard 3 of them, but I know there will be more!] has some typically "British" music accents. [And I know that it could be irritating for him to read the "British" thing as he considers himself pure Irish and there is huge difference, but still - I can do nothing about that, as part of my life consisted of brit-pop influences of 90-ties - "Blur", "Verve" and "Oasis". Although the product of creativity is always original, it's easier to describe it with familiar things.]
Nevertheless, I cross my fingers for your little star up there under the painted sky, December Boy!

Rock This Macedonian Party.

Well, this story could be reffered to numerous new-found glories of numerous new-found musical creatures. Nowadays it's pretty hard to surprise fastidious public, which we present with the image of ourselves. We desire more, we ask for more... more amazements in enourmous world of sounds and cute attraction points in every song, which makes us if not moan along with the main voice screaming on the microphone, then at least make a little finger-play on wooden bar-table producing "echo-effect" with original drumbeats.

Hard job mixed with enjoyment. As it's harder than before to shine among numerous underground amateurs trying to fullfill the dream to be heard. Life of a Poet - you never know what you will get, but you never stop creating the reflections of your rich imaginary world, although so many times three dots are the fullstop of stories of new-found glories.
So what's going on here in Struga? I can tell it's a town of very talented kids [anyhow they stand out with ability to play more than one musical instrument...] grown-up with sounds of Rolling Stones , Eric Clapton and Metallica. Metallica more... for sure. As that's one of the bands making effective "electric zippers", when playing solos. Adding a bit sugar to this musical cocktail - a bit of Depeche Mode for a change ;)
So what can be heard finally from fulltime young orchestras? Mostly POP-ROCK [with gentle touch of joy taken from SKA] or revivals of old, well-known sounds of hits of last decades of 20th century. I shake my head, hearing Guns'n'Roses "Sweet Child of Mine", Lenny Kravitz "Fly Away" and Eric Clapton "Cocaine" like in those terrific past times of my youth. But anyhow, beside the well-known hits I can smell the search of new ways how to tell [sound] the same things. Most interesting part to hear - popsy/electronic hits in different rock versions, if I may call them that way. Lady Gaga's parts with male's voice and some more rough interlude sounds freakin' awesome. Maybe rock coverversions is a latest fashion in music business? Well, it will succeed for sure and will cover more public to follow...
I still don't have proper image of Macedonian young strivers of music world, but I continue watching fingers and exploring the sounds... that's the way aha, aha I like it...

[in pictures: Struga's Duo Slide & Bitola's SHINE]

Merry Fuckin' Christmas.

Fullfilling the most desired Christmas wish I had every year before Christmas 2009. And the feeling in the morning, going through the mess in the kitchen and trying to find something eatable left from wild Christmas party yesterday, was just the thing to prove it. Prove that Green Fairy was here in Skopje yesterday - fullfilling all kind of wishes you ever had a fantasy about - get laid, get high and overall drunk - partying as hell on Christmas! [ I guess Jesus was deliriously happy about such Birthday Celebration!]
The public involved in the event after First Wake-up had a strange, well-known feeling of 1st January [where am I and what I did last night?] as everything in the house, including morning faces and composition of mixed rows of dirty glasses & wine bottles, reminded of that. This time there was nothing but a neverending Christmas morning, which lasted all day... and consisted of talking bullshit mostly... with the members of great EVS family!
I drink my magic cucumber water for You, which I bought this morning for 55 Denars in the nearest shop [Damn! Even more expensive than Cigarettes! But for morning pleasure I guess you have to pay Double]!

Merry Fuckin' Christmas!
I'm lovin' it!

Edward Maya & Vika Jigulina "Stereo Love"

OrANGELove.

Richard Wilbur telling that the morning air is full of angels behind the open window. But window is closed today. Maybe he's right. I hear them knocking...
I lost a friend today. Dot.
And time has come. For cities of white cats, fragments of freedom and killing beauty.
Time for senseless stories about "fall-in-love with the stranger" of different cultural heritage, hiding inside the daily cup of coffee.

December of Joy. Meeting Imaginary December Boy.

December of shy flirt of sun. December of Joy. Meeting Imaginary December Boy. December of thinking, sinking deep into the thoughts. And evaluation process can begin. It already started, even without my permission. "This is the end, my only friend... THE END" [year 2oo9]
Here I am. Enjoying the sun playing shadow games in space of Ohrid lake and city itself [which is called the same by the way.]. And I smile back, whenever my eyes turn from postcard writing [yeah, finally!] to a shy glimpse at Paradise view, covered with harbour of lazy boats mixing with some passengers using different kinds of wehicles - skateboards, rollerskates, legs and wings. Everything in motion. And I'm somewhere there, having a power to press the button "Pause".