Too Much.

Too much party.
Too much alcohol.
Too much expectations.
Too much connections.
Too much joy.
Too much non-sense.
Too much. Too much.
TIME FOR AN "ASSHOLE" DAY?

Pet Shop Boys "New York City Boy"

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".

Lazy Sunday Talk. Latvians.

The morning is half cold sharing the fresh air with smell of Vanilla Coffee. Lazy sunday yawn. Some rays of sunlight disturbing and at the same time inviting to seize this day...

Discussions on Skype about present life and how amazingly beautiful it is, if you take it that way... and smile appears on my face while noticing that we all are in the world somewhere! Sending hugs from Ireland, discussing the E-bay benefits directly from Birmingham, following unnoticingly crazy adventures in Denmark and Spain, sending greetings from Georgia and kisses from Macedonia... and the question "Where are you now?" sounds so pleasant, because WE ARE IN THE WORLD! That's a short story about members of dreamer nation calling themselves Latvians! [and they are not the only ones.] And I'm proud of them, as they not only dream, but as well make a huge effort to make their dreams come true! And Skype is just another progress of information technologies helping us to realize that we are still at different hotspots, but so fuckin' close to each other. Because real friends are always somewhere near... And "home is where the heart is..."

Goran Gora - "Swim, Robert, swim"... and reach the sunrise... :)

Ljube - The Child of Nature.

The jeans jacket borrowed from friends, “The Beatles” and sparkling flames of ardour coming from young generation wishing to change this world – that was in the 70’s. Times are changing and passing by. But the sparkling flames still remain in collaboration with gained life experience. And the jeans jacket – that’s his own property now. Like the sparkling flames left for young generation.
Wearing glasses in style of Dandies. Smoking and making gestures, while telling the witty shortcuts of lifestories, which unconsciously make the whole impression of the person he is now. Telling that English wasn’t sufficient in his youth, but clothing in „manner of capitalism” was into just in the weird way to show the protest against existing dogmas of socialism. Expanding horizons. Not just seeing everything as a red square or green triangular (it depends how you zoom in the conditions of proposed way of living in every political regime).
Attracted to art since childhood. Remembers himself drawing everything that was in his daily outlook. And daily view was pleasant for young artist to explore his talent and passion of art. The art of nature. The love of nature. The nature that saves and that kills. The nature that is saved and is killed. In many ways. This is his message to society – to save the environment! And show the exact problem through the flowing moves of paintbrush.
Blusterous. Calling himself “Narciss” and why not? He has all rights to do that, as this story is only about his vision of this world. Through art, inside art and in crossroads. But still the art is winning this game, even if everything is against it.
His activities can’t be described in few words, it’s just the thing of feeling that can be only understood or not, like art itself. And beside our topic of Graffiti, which is also one of the expression fields of Ljube he makes art workshops (since 1993 in Art Association ZUM 93, now – ZUM 2002) around Macedonia, with this action letting society know that nature is dying because of our non-sense. Maybe painting the dead fish and polluted wood in an impressionistic way is not really helping nature directly, but people buy the paintings, people see the exhibitions and the true feelings of artists and the story every painting keeps inside. Beside the activating art in non-governmental way and saving the nature, he is Professor of Arts, working in a school in Struga and helping young talents to find themselves in the world of creating. Even despite the fact that art still remains as amateur profession ruled mostly by enthusiasts.
The true child of nature. Maybe will continue with Ljubeism as kind of new religion, which will take masses to follow and create the beauty, leaving the messages to the world… “You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will be as one…” [John Lennon - Imagine]

Strong Brain Flavor.

October.

Yellow leaves fall down the trees. People going slowly. Maybe enjoying a windy-refreshing walk. Maybe.

Pieces of Sugar on my white sheet. Look like little diamonds. The Little reminders of snow.
People hiding their noses in scarfs and having frivolous chats inside cafeterias.
Music is chilling. And the only thing is missing - the snowing outside...