Wednesday, July 05, 2017

A night to remember

3-07-2017, Plovdiv Roman Theater, Placebo, “20 years of Placebo"


I have to write something about the concert but words don't come. Why? Why do words fail me about one of the most amazing nights of my life? And amazing it was, all the way, and unforgettable, and I didn't want it to end, ever. What is it about that band that makes me feel that way? I don't know. It's a mystery.


I remember the first time I heard Placebo. It was “Pure morning”, and it was like nothing I've heard and seen before. Until then I didn't know that I had a taste for bizarre aesthetic controversy. It wasn't just different, it was my kind of different.


“A friend in need's a friend indeed"


I had no idea that I needed such friends until I realized that a piece I didn't know was missing found its place. It brought comfort and alleviation, it worked as a healing patch for the hidden bruises.


20 years. It's hard to believe isn't it?


OK, Brian mistakenly addressed the crowd with “Sofia” (instead of Plovdiv). Twice. Some people made quite a fuss about it. I couldn't care less. I was there, they were there, it was pure magic; period. Magic is rare, it doesn't come to you every day so when it does I feel grateful, blessed and special to have been a part of it. Just like now.


There's a special place in my heart for Placebo and nothing will change that. There are 20 years behind to prove it.

What is it about that band that makes me feel that way? I don't know. It's a mystery.








A few pictures from Plovdiv






Sunday, June 11, 2017

#pareidolia

It's​ a word, and it means "a psychological phenomenon of seeing faces in everyday objects". Who knew?

I took a picture of a trash container and, what do you know, it looks like a face:



Monday, May 29, 2017

Sign of the cat

This morning a black cat crossed my path meaning that today is going to be either really, really bad or really, really good. Most likely it will be somewhere in between – as usual.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

In the next episode of "Surviver"

Another week lost in bashing my head into walls. Every weekend I climb the stairs to inner peace only to slip fast back to ground zero on Monday morning. "Practice makes perfect"? Oh, please. It's no wonder that for the past month I listen exclusively to Nine Inch Nails with the eagerness of a drowning​man fighting for breath. 

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Going!

OMG! Lisa Gerrard, in my hometown, only two weeks away from now! And I'm going :)



"Something isn't sitting right"

Today is a bank holiday and I'm disturbingly happy not to be at work.

To say that I am demotivated would be a huge understatement.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Love is thicker than blood

You know, I'm absolutely crazy about 30STM, I can't wait for the new album (when?), I can't wait for the European tour (WHEN???) but...
One of my fellow NiN-ers posted "Closer" live from the 2008 "Lights in the sky" tour and... I mean, in over 20 years I have listened to that song over a 1000 times (yes, that's 1 followed by three 0s) and yet it still makes me drool. It's a mystery. And apparently it's for life. Lucky me.

"I return to the only place I've ever felt I belong"



Nine Inch Nails: "Closer" live from the "Lights in the Sky" tour (2008) from Nine Inch Nails on Vimeo.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Summary

The past few weeks were like a never-ending nightmare with occasional breaks of blessed oblivion. The nightmare is far from over, each new day redefines the meaning of exhaustion, and in a couple of weeks I earned more bad karma than in my entire life (not to mention the number of nerve cells destroyed in the process whose loss would've made more sense if I'd drunken myself to death). This too shall pass, I know. What I don't know is if the damages​ done will be reversible. Well, by the end of next week I might not care about that either. 

Sure, work is not worth it. But there's stress and there's stress, and there's only so much stress I can take so I wonder who's taking it now since I've reached my limits​ two weeks ago.

The good news is (surprisingly good news can survive in a hostile environment; who knew?) that stress led to health scare that led to medical checkups that said I was in perfect condition. Good to know I still have enough health left to ruin.

There's even more good news (oh, God, I don't know if I can bare the excitement): now I couldn't care less about anything/anyone that otherwise, in a seminormal situation, would've​ made me miserable. I only care to make it through the day, one day at a time. Not the best way to keep life simple though.