The Sanctus band

In the past few days this blog has been getting an unusally high number of visits from "Sanctus sanctus dominus" being written into search engines. Obviously, miss Google led you to the correct adress, since I am a big fan of that song, especially the one from the movie Sister act. I'm not sure that is exactly what you were looking for, but I must say that it is worth seing them cute nuns singing and dancing. Happy people 'n all.:) Still, is there any special reason why you are all suddenly searching for it? Am I missing something? A catholic holiday? U u u, are the Sister act (together with Whoopie, of course!) forming a band? Will they be our saviours and kick those awful-voice-and-annoying-appearance MTV quasi singers of the charts? Tell me, ooooh tell me the cure is here! :)

Ko smreka dobi svoj epilog

Torej, o včerajšnjem dogajanju glede smreke sem že pisala.

Danes, prav v tem trenutku, se dogaja famozni sestanek glede ultrafamozne smreke. Sestanek sem zapustila predčasno, ker je bilo bistveno bolj normalno, kot sem pričakovala. Vsi so bili trezni, pogovarjali smo se približno kulturno, nobenega stola razbili, predvsem pa smreka ostane. Dosegli smo kompromis. Eden od gospogov Podgurcev sicer z vsakim trenutkom bolj sovraži mojo mami in si o njej v glavi brunda "Prekleta babn'ca, to b' mogl deci skrbet za taku (poudarek na a), jebemu kje so cajti ku smo deci zaruputal pa se je use na svoje mestu postaulu, ne pa tu ta zdej ku je use neki LIBrarurERAlovaLNU!". Kar se škarpe tiče, tudi ta ostane, ampak nekatere skrbi, da jo bo smreka sebično izrinila. Potem bi bilo treba pokriti stroške popravila. Kot smo pri zanesljivih virih preverili, stane 25kg cementa cele 3€. Da se sostanovalci izognejo tako visokim stroškom (blok ima 34 stanovanj, torej bi na vsako stanovanje prišel strošek nekaj manj kot 0,09€), bo treba podpisati izjavo, da si ta strošek delimo tista stanovanja, ki imamo balkone na strani koder je smreka. Pozor, bankroti nekaj slovenskih gospodinjstev so tik pred objavo! Katastrofa, ampak ok, vsaj smreka ostane. Na žalost pa sem neverjetno presenečena nad razvojem dogodkov. Na to isto žalost sem pričakovala, da jutri smreke več ne bo.

Kako je zlobna smreka napadla škarpo

V našem sicer že malo jadnem socialističnem stanovanjskem bloku smo se končno uglasili glede menjave fasade. Sicer luškana rozasta barva je nekako zgubila svoj čar, saj zgleda, kot da bi bila v zelo zakajenem prostoru in med dokaj do-fasad-nastrojenimi nasilneži. V prejšnjem tednu so delavci postavili vse potrebno za začetek dela. Takoj se je pojavil problem flore okoli bloka. Eno od cipres bi bilo potrebno z vrvjo zvezati, ampak se je enemu od sosedov zdelo bistveno lažje drevo kar požagati. Seveda, zakaj pa ne, navsezadnje imamo na svetu toliko zelenja, da se valjamo v njem in iz njega delamo konfete. Če nam kaj ostane posušimo in sosedom postrežemo s čajem.

Cipreso smo nekako preživeli. Aaaampak, na naši strani bloka je še nekaj. Smreka. Štiri nadstropja visoka smreka, stara baje več kot trideset let. Takoj se je oglasil isti sosed kot pri cipresi, znova z revolucionarno idejo: porušiti smreko. Na veliko veselje smreke imamo v bloku še nekaj oseb, kot je moja mami, katere menijo, da ima smreka več inteligence kot nekateri pijani zavaljeni podgurci. Zato je šla takoj "v akcijo" in se z delavci zmenila, da naj smreki veje le začasno zvežejo skupaj. Kul. Problem rešen? E ne.

Ta smreka je ostala problem, le razlog se je rahlo spremenil. Smrekica namreč prebiva na vogalu bloka, kjer pa je tudi ena zelo resna esencialna zadeva. Škarpa. Da, tukaj je že istih 40 let soseda od smreke škarpa. Ena navadna betonska stena nagravžno sive barve. Torej, naši super sosedje so ugotovili, da smreka ogroža škarpo. Da, pravilno ste prebrali in ne nisem se zmotila, relacija gre v smeri od smreke na škarpo. Natančneje, grozne in hudobne so korenine, bau bau tega sveta. Korenine po njihovem napadajo škarpo, ki zaradi tega umira. In zato je potrebno teto smreko likvidirati, pred tem pa ji postreči z bukvico o tem kako skrajno neprimerna so njena dejanja. Ker, očitno gre za premišljen napad smreke na škarpo. Bogo BETONSKO škarpico se je spravila maltretirati, nadlegovati in zlorabljati zlobna živa smreka.

Jutri imamo v bloku sestanek glede smreke. Pri tem se mi sicer zdi rahlo nesramno, da smreke noben ni povabil zraven, da se vsaj malo lahko zagovarja. Na srečo bo imela med lokalnimi idioti nekaj pristašev (ne morem verjeti, da se bom dejansko udeležila sestanka). Na drugi strani bomo imeli predstavnike gospodinjstev, ki prihodnost vidijo v cvičku, pometanju, cvičku, šunki, cvičku, prostaštvu, cvičku, rekordnim nivojem holesterola v krvi, cvičku. Poleg njih bo nekaj stanovalcev, ki si niti cvička ne znajo kupiti, saj v svoji popolni nepismenosti ne razumejo hieroglihov na steklenici. Tem nesposobnežem bodo družbo delale ignorantske ovce, ki jih vse skupaj tako malo gane, da bi jih bilo treba, če se smreko požaga, prav tako odstraniti iz ulice.

O uspešnosti sestanka jutri.

On Fanfare, Tiesto, Urban Festival and why this is not a country we live in, but a mental hospital.

Last week was everything but boring. Luckily, it was coloured with some good music which made my shocked and irritated mind at least a little bit relaxed.

Monday was coloured in Romanian and Macedonian gipsy music. Ljubljana was hosting Fanfare Ciocarlia and Esma Redzepova. My reaction to the first song (and all that followed) was that I would pretty much give a kidney, half of my liver and some more organs to be able to play even half as good as any of them musicians on the stage. The frenzy didn't finish soon, since I spent the rest of the week with my headphones on singing Sandala.

Wednesday was... ok. Coloured in electronica. A friend called me at 1am, telling me to get to Gospodarsko razstavisce, where DJ Tiesto (ups, sorry, delete the DJ part, for he is supposedly so well known that he can easily go just by Tiesto. eh.) was performing. She had a free ticket for me, so obviously I went. The organizers were promising a spectacular show. Honestly, I don't like Tiesto's music, but he did make a good show. I mostly liked being in a good company.:)

Thursday was pretty black. A group of people that only know how to solve their issues with violence attacked Café Open, a gay friendly café in the downtown of Ljubljana. They came in the middle of a literary event, attacking with rocks and fire. Obviously they were all dressed up, wearing the always elegant black and with their faces hidden behind some more black. The evening ended with a man taken to the hospital (they beat him), some people scared, but mostly tired of homofobia and forensics all around the place. No, Horatio didn't show up, he was stuck with some case in Miami.

Since all the media were covering the Thursday's black event, Friday was still kinda grayish.

Saturday, uf, Saturday was colourful. Rainbowarriors were walking around Ljubljana. The Pride parade. Some were celebrating their sexual orientation, others simply supporting the anti-homofobia movement, but everybody present was simply trying to show the right to be different. From what I know, there haven't been any incidents.

I mostly spent my afternoon in Krizanke, at the Urban Festival. A lovely line-up was to be heard. And it was indeed lovely. I was only disturbed by the fact that once you went out of the concert hall, you couldn't go back in. So, they basically expected a person to enter at 17h and leave at 24h? Sure. Sure. It would definitely not be easier to give people passes to move around freely. For that reason I only went in when Dubiosa kolektiv was playing. Uf! :D And after them Kosheen! Uf uf! And and and and then... ooooh lord... Kiril Dzajkovski and his band. How was it? Hum, if I tell you I was drooling, do you get an idea? :)

Unfortunately, I had to leave their performance prematurely, because I was to DJ at Metelkova City. Before I tell you what happened there, a short preface. We (me and my Female's'cream co-DJanes) knew we would be DJing there since the beginning of May. In the last few days before the party, we talked to one of the responsible for organization, and we set up the schedule: we were to DJ from 00h 'til 03h, in both Monokel and Tiffany (it was the Pride finishing party). On the last day, just a few hours before the beginning of the party, the schedule is changing, adding new DJs etc. So, we arrive, I head straight to the Tiffany's DJ table to leave the stuff there, when a... hm... person approaches me, says “Just so you know, there will be no drum'n'bass here tonight.” and leaves. The retard tells me that at midnight? I mean, come on, to organize a party like that, apart from the security, is like having a party in your own living room. And, if you are at least a liiiiil bit fair, you don't wait until the DJ arrives. Obviously, this guy isn't that fair. I don't know him, they say he's some Duki person. There is not even a P of Professional in those people.

Obviously, I left and said I wouldn't DJ in Monokel either, since they tend to be similarly incompetent. But, my Female's'cream gang calms me down, with a little help of a certain Miss B., and we perform at Monokel. Was goooood.:)

It was a really good lesson. I must say I'm not really that surprised, human incompetence shows every day at every step, it is the ignorance and some pseudo attitude that makes one puke. Mr.Dzajkovski and his band, I wish I hadn't left your concert for a performance in a psychiatric hospital.

p.s.: oh, forgot a certain lil detail that came ot of nowhere:

they are all a bunch of girle girls with beards, they can't undersand any other beat than the one of pop house, therefore dnb is in their minds as hubba bubba in my mouth - a biiiig mess.

Napad pred Parado ponosa

Napad se je zgodil na skupino ljudi, ki so prisostvovali literarnemu večeru. Ne, niso bili glasni, tudi teroristi verjetno ne, talibanov ni bilo moč zaznati, prav tako niso skrivali svetovnih zalog nafte. Pač na literarnem večeru so bili. Upravičen napad, kajneda? :/

Tetkine mudrosti

Mesece je trajalo, da si dejansko upam javno zapisati, da bom v kratkem teta. Tega nismo hoteli pretirano objavljati in obešati na veliki zvon (tudi na malega raje ne) v upanju, da noben ne bo opazil, da se po mestu maje ena skrajno simpatična nosečnica. Shortyju se fuuuul veselim, prepričana sem, da bo legenda. Tudi že prvo darilo imam zanj, ampak je presenečenje, tako da, ssshhh.

Vse skupaj pa mi je dalo misliti. Teta ima do svojega nečaka neke dolžnosti, mar ne? V Tetovstvo za telebane (redka knjiga, težko jo boste našli), lekcija 1, piše, da mora teta nečaka nujno in brezpogojno razvajati. V mojem primeru obljubljam Shortyju najboljšo glasbeno izobrazbo. Skrbela bom, da mu slučajno kdo ne podvali razne kompilacije a la Mozart for babies. Ja, ker buhnedej, da otroci slišijo kaj drugega kot Malo nočno glasbo v izvedbi enega triangla. Mali bo spoznal tako Gilberta Gila, kot tudi J Dillo, 4Hero, Jose Jamesa, Nino Simmone etc. Tudi pri klasični glasbi mu bom morala malo razširiti playlisto, da ne bo Malemu že za dobro jutro postreženo z Valkirie, ali pač katero drugo od Wagnerjevih radostnih oper.

Dalje. Socializacija. Nujen del Shortyjevega razvoja. Njegovi starci ne bi smeli biti problem, čeprav sta oba včasih prave macole. Detajle na stran, Tetka bo poskrbela, da bo Shorty že v prvem letu spoznal lepote henganja ob makiatu, v dobri družbi. Prepričana sem, da bo kaj kmalu spoznal, da če se nekdo ne zdi v redu oseba, prav gotovo ni in da če se nekdo zdi zelo v redu oseba, zelo verjetno vseeno ni. Draguljev je pač med ljudmi bolj malo. Aha, in že smo tu. Pri bistvu tegale posta. Poleg muzike in socialnih spretnosti bo Shorty od mene dobil...tatatatataaaaaaaam... Tetkine mudrosti. Enostavčne povedi ali pa take, dolžine Dunajske ceste, v vsakem primeru pa resnične in globoke. Prenesene iz prejšnjih generacij, ali pa pobrane iz lastnih izkuenj, v vsakem primeru pa uporabne.

Prva v vrsti Tetkinih mudrosti je pomembna izjava ene mojih, žal že pokojnih, daljnih tet. Ana, Jana, Anka, gospa njenega kova si je pač privoščila več imen, je nekoč rekla in tako v kamen zapisala: Razbijena čaša nikad nije k'o cijela.

Kratko. Jedrnato. Jasno. Zate, Shorty, lesson No.1.:)

Shlomo Mintz @ Zagreb

After months of drought, my brother and me finally found a concert that seemed worth attending. Since nothing in Ljubljana was promising, we decided for Zagreb where Shlomo Mintz was leading and performing with the Zagreb Philharmonics. I heard of Mr.Mintz ages ago, when I was still a little girl with this long pony tale, huge white glasses with pink dots and the belief that I shall become THE violinist. Since at that time he already was among THE violinists, it was rather easy memorising his name. 

Anyhow, I woke up, all excited about the concert. Having to wait for my bro to finish work, I headed to Café Open for coffee. As Anamaria was working, it was a quite relaxing cup of coffee. Bro finished just in time to catch the traffic jams in the streets of Ljubljana. Still we managed to get to the petrol station and buy fooooooood. It's amazing how even them cold sandwiches can taste sooo good when you haven't eaten all day. 

The brilliant minds of me and bro took us straight to the building. An hour early.

The concert started with van Beethoven's Coriolan. My dear readers, that just might be the most boring piece in classical music. It was so boring that even the orchestra almost stopped playing. Luckily, we were about to hear van Beethoven's concerto in D-Major, the only violin concert after the series of two Romances and 9 Sonatas he wrote for the violin. Now, this surely is one of the greatest compositions for the violin. It is so calming and even with its complete simplicity, it does not get boring.

The orchestra started calmly and slowly. I immediately liked it. But, after the intro, Mr.Mintz started playing and suddenly...everything became...forte...sforzato. It was just too much. The orchestra was somehow following, while the solo player was pressing the bow to the string as if it was trying to murder it. Still, the technical abilities of Mr.Mintz don't have to be questioned, it was the interpretation of the piece that i disliked. And too bac he didn't tune the violin when he came to the stage, it could've kept three strings out of four on the appropriate position.

For the encore, he played one of Paganini's capriccios, i thing. But I also don't remember which one it was. I remember playing fast and very clearly. Loved it.:)

After the break, the orchestra, conducted also by Mr.Mintz, played a few movements from the suites of Prokofiev's Romeo&Juliette. I must say I liked it, but it was more due to the orchestra's brass section than anything else. The trumpets and horns really were good. The strings had some solo parts and...em...well, the concertmaster didn't play good (in my opinion), she accelerated as if she was the space battleship going on warp, the second violins were rather average, but the viola, aiii, i liked the way the owner of that viola was playing.:)

It definitely wasn't the greatest concert I have ever attended, but it was definitly time well spent.:)

Aaand we're back :)

Veliki Finale or simply Finale?

Pravkar gledam oddajo Zvjezde pjevaju (prevod ni potreben. Ja, Slovenčki moji, razumete kaj to pomen. Ja pa potrud' se no!) na HRT1. Že v samem uvodnem dialogu me voditelj inu voditeljica zmedeta. Ona namreč začne pogovor o tem, kako baje ni pravilno reči nekaj v stilu "Ovo je veliko finale...". Zakaj? Ker je za finale očitno, da je veliko. Ampak mene ni to zmotilo. Namreč, finale je verjetno lahko tudi malo. No, odvisno za koga. Tistemu, ki je v tem Finalu, se zadeva vsekakor zdi uaaaau in zelo velika, pa tudi sam vsaj malo zraste. Za nas ostale je to lahko pač "kr eno" finale. Kar mene pr "veliko finale" zmoti je to, da ne obstaja več vrst finalov. Finale pač je. Ali je to kot pica, ki je lahko otroška, mala, srednja, velika, XL, družinska, velikosti Madagaskarja? Kako veliko se komu zdi je seveda subjektivno, ampak vseeno to ne pomeni, da imamo več vrst finala. Tako. Zdaj grem lahko mirno čaj skuhat.

DJane Nibeye @ Metelkova, 24.4.