Stalemate

And then there are days when sadness takes over. The for-no-obvious-reason sadness - heavy and uneasy like a vague reminiscence of a nightmare. Fucking Christmas time.

Adjustment

When life gives you lemons…

I’m already so good at making lemonade I could start selling it.

Golden

This morning I feel like a million bucks-just as shiny and untouchable; as if no dirt can stick on to me.

One of my FB pals-Alex, posted a picture that made me grin sympathetically and with a touch of longing:

  Umm....not entirely untrue :)

Decisions, decisions

NIN will tour Europe in 2014 and they will play in towns where I’ve already seen them: Amsterdam, Vienna, Prague. Hmm, should I stay or should I go? I don’t think I will ever feel about NIN the way I used to-I no longer need to. And yet… there’s a part of me that will never forget how it was and how that band changed it all for me; changed me. I suppose I will go-at least for the old time’s sake if for no other reason; to celebrate that the past will never be repeated sort of.    

ARTIFACT

After 3 months of waiting my copy of ARTIFACT finally arrived. I watched it last Saturday and absolutely loved it. Sure, I’m speaking from a fan’s point of view but it’s a documentary that I believe will be very interesting for anyone to whom music is vital and of high priority.

    

"20 Reasons You Absolutely Need A Dog In Your Life"

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21. It is priceless to be loved unconditionally :)

Time off

And then there are those days when the world seems slightly too mad for my taste-like a spoiled child who’s eaten too much candy. I’ll blame it on the full moon and skip this round.  

Cologne, Munich, Hamburg in pictures 02-09.11.2013

I returned just a week ago but it already seems as if it never happened-routine has its way of sucking you in…if you don’t pay attention. Luckily I have pictures to prove it wasn’t just a dream (and my merchandise bags, and autographs, and precious memories). It was thrilling, exhausting, emotional-and totally worth it. From every trip I come back a new person-hopefully a better one. 

Cologne

Munich

Not much of a picture, I know, but let's not forget why I went to Germany in the first place :)

Hamburg

Luck is a girl's best friend

I went to Germany alone-a fact not really worth mentioning because my concert trips are always solitary. So in Cologne, after we from the Meet and Greet group were finally ushered inside Lanxess Arena (away from the cold November wind that seemed to go right through me), it was a total surprise for me to see a familiar face. “Jenny? Is that you, Jenny?!” She turned around and for a few seconds there was silence followed by a joyful scream. “Veraaaaaaaaaaaa!” Ah, Jenny! The girl who befriended me in Berlin while I waited for my first 30 SECONDS TO MARS concert-can you believe it? She didn’t recognize me-with the red hair and the gothic outfit and make-up :) We hugged, we giggled like teenagers, we talked-it was so good to be with a friend! And we took pictures together:

But there was one more big surprise on the way. Once we were inside, in front of the stage, holding the rail (1^st row-finally!) I turned around and who did I see right behind me? It was Cathrin-the German girl that I met in Piazzola sul Brenta and to whom I gave a ride back to Padova after the concert. What a coincidence! I mean, she could’ve chosen her spot at the other part of the stage and yet there she was-right next to me! She didn’t recognize me at first too :) I smiled: “What did I say to you when we parted? That maybe some day we’ll meet again. And we did!” And she seemed as happy to see me as I was to see her. Hooray for the Echelon! ;) 

Bought!

Life is good when I have my dreams to protect me.

Scattered

One giant post-gig depression coming up! I didn’t order it but I’ll have to pay for it anyway. Bottoms up!

Life goes on. And I better follow it.

Back...alas!

Oh the horror of being away from home on your own. And the even bigger horror to be back. I wish I could say it went smooth but it was far from it. But isn’t it not knowing what will happen next that makes an experience an adventure?

I might blog about that one week in Germany-or I might not; I don’t know. A lot happened and I know that for the most of it I should be very proud of myself. But there’s something that I must say and it is: Germany, thank you! It was a real pleasure to be your guest! 

"I will never forget 
the moment the moment"