Don't stop the dance

Tonight I’ll have a night of culture. I almost wrote here “Night of violence! We’re gonna bring it to you, we’re gonna do it tonight!”…ah, I’d so much love to go to at least one more Alec Empire concert…No, it’s another “A” musician but the same letter is the one thing they have in common. Instead of jumping and screaming tonight I’ll sit quietly and breathlessly listen to the melting guitar of Al Di Meola. This is his fourth concert in Bulgaria and my third-I missed him once and I still regret that. Truly looking forward for tonight!

Vienna in pictures-29.10.2009

Vienna is a beautiful city.

One word

Smashing!

In short

Right now, a few days before my brief trip to Vienna I have only one association with it: the perspective to be completely alone if only for two and a half days, away from everything familiar. I can’t wait for that. Huh, I’m not even remotely excited about the show. Maybe that’ll change once I enter the club. Even so, some peace and rest will do me a lot of good.

Amazon alerted me today that my order has shipped! This means that in two weeks time the latest VAC album-“The art of breaking apart”, will be in my hands. Wonderful news.

One of my very favorite old pieces:

For the record

Yesterday “Pretty Hate Machine” marked its 20^th anniversary-it was originally released on October 20^th 1989.

20 years! I still remember how I bought that album.

From this morning

Denial

Denial is mind’s life vest to assure its survival in extraordinary situations.

I refuse to accept it’s all over for me. No wonder I choose denial over accepting the inevitable truth I will never ever be so happy again. Ever. I can not “wave goodbye”. Sorry. For me that is because I can not be sure I’ll get over it at all-not with my taste for impossible dreams. But it's a dream that was a reality more than once and I want it real again. What was the title of my blog? Year, right. The reasonable part of me is revolted by the drama queen that my other part is but it is my fucking drama and I will cry all the tears I have until my sadness is dried up.

Under no circumstances I could have attended the last ever show. Even if I had a ticket for it because it was originally scheduled for Sept 5^th and subsequently postponed for Sept 10^th at a time when flight and accommodation rearrangements wouldn’t have been possible. There was no way for me to be there in LA on Thursday night. Some things are final. Being helpless to change the past is devastating.

Yeah, sure, TR will perform live again-in the USA, in Asia perhaps (he’s fond of Asia) but definitely not in Europe-I don’t need a crystal ball to bet on that.