Learn something new every day …

…that should be our goal. Gaining knowledge is exciting, and stimulating, and enervating. And so is sharing that knowledge. My daily goal was to teach Natalija Verboten how to show a ‘rock-on’ sign as she said she didn’t really know how to. A wise man always asks, I say. You know, not like Damjan Murko who poses with his hands in the air, absolutely sure he has that ‘rock-on’ sign all figured out but showing a ‘call-me’ instead. Hahaha. Ok. I know there’s only one person who will laugh at this and I don’t really give a damn. The Forbidden lady knows how to rock cuz of me! Ha, and here’s your prove.

At VIP area before the gig …

…and rocking out with Sank Rock later that same evening.

So, by all means, wake each day with the determination that you won’t go to sleep until you’ve learned something you didn’t know … or have thought someone something that he or she didn’t know this morning.

Orlek, Bohem, Ultra

Sincere congrats to the ‘Orlek, Bohem & Ultra’ concert organizers for the worst light show ever! And deepest gratitudes to the female vocalist of Ultra for asking the light man to switch down the only white lights there were.

Ultra

Orlek


Bohem

Such friends …

You’ve all probably realized by now, I am a huuuuge fan of Iris Mulej.

Photo by Nina Blaz

And I call this guy my best friend!!
Well, not any more I ain’t! I’ll be mourning in peace until further notice.
Thank you for your warm thoughts, flowers and condolence.

P.S.: And it’s Christmas eve you heartless bastard!!

Amore Mio

There, I’ve said it, I’m deeply in love with Jan Plestenjak and I desperately wish Iris Mulej was my best friend.

Ah, two concerts to go before I go go. A nice warning to my closest – please, if you love yourselves enough, try to avoid me when you see me throwing a suitcase around my room. Remember, you’ve been warned. I shall not be responsible for any acts of your foolishness.

Let’s throw it against the wall and see if it sticks

I’m obviously not sick enough or just too stupid to be trudging around in weather like this with a major fever. But since it seems all that some people enjoy doing in this life is pressing buttons till it finally pops, running up some snowy slopes with my precious Laika and a camera in my hand was a much needed therapy. And one that works anyway.

To all the hypocritical piece of shits (that don’t bother reading this blog anyhow): I’ll throw you against the wall as soon as I get a chance, just to see if you’ll stick. The smell is quite obvious already. No matter the distance.

Frosty the Snowman in the making

Obviously there wasn’t enough snow and freezing in the past few days. Well, if I end up sick, I’ll at least know why. But seeing Laika running around like mad, doing crazy jumps and trying to catch every single snowflake there is, pays off every pneumonia I’m about to get.

So making snowman (or icequeen for that matter) at mine, anyone?

Black is Back on P!nk’s final concert of the I’m Not Dead Tour

Getting to Schladming under the impression I got a photo pass for Pink’s final concert of her I’m not dead tour, just to find out her management decided to cut down 20 photographers, was a joy. Being frozen to death and sleepless set me in a cranky mood and I was prepared to break some necks. Never mind I did get a photo pass for a much more exclusive event – Pink opening the world’s first sound slope. All I really wanted was to stand on the other side of that steel fence, right under the stage. And the thing, that most of the people who know me well already know, is I hardly ever take no for an answer when it comes to things that matter that much to me. I got my photos. Details will be revealed 10 or 15 years from now. The subject isn’t ready for a discussion just yet. Maybe I should just mention how Pink first got Linda Perry’s telephone number. She stole it. Called her and left 10 minute long message on her answering machine. Linda called back the next day, saying she thinks she’s crazy and that she should stop by at her house someday. Obviously she did. And then? They made a world-wide selling record M!ssundaztood together, which became her biggest seller to date. It’s official now. Following the rules will get you nowhere. I’m not suggesting you should go over the bodies trying to catch your dream, but having your eyes open, looking for an alternative solution when everything else fails, is always a good choice. When you’re sure no one gets hurt, go for it. Dreams won’t linger around forever.

I was excited to see the whole first line occupied by the English invaders, most of whom I met at Pink’s amazing gig at Brixton. Big hug to Bex and the night was perfect. Till the point I’ve realized Pink is wearing my scarf. A scarf I throw on stage at that gig in London. 4 months ago!! I would recognize that scarf any day, since it’s old as hell and kind of torn apart at both ends. She kept it. She really did! So fucking unbelievable!!

The opening of the sound slope was a torture. Imagine standing on the top of the snowy mountain (1894 m) with unbearable wind, waiting whit your camera ready. It’s amazing how all that ends when a certain person arrives. Pink got a new coat, a scarf and a hat, together with some very well thought questions from high class journalists. “What did you buy for Christmas?” … “Will you have a family soon?” … “Do you like to ski?” Impressive. All I was waiting for was: “Where did you get your name from?” No wonder she couldn’t wait for all of that to be over.

And what made that day one of the best days of my entire life, were my two best friends travelling with me. Laughing, swearing, freezing, loosing our minds together … I can’t imagine making my dream come true in a better company.

 

Njun trenutek – Neisha & Vlado

 

Enjoying Neisha’s beautiful & Vlado’s legendary music last Friday in Trbovlje. It was the first time for me to be shooting with 70-200mm 2.8. What an awesome piece of equipment! The gig ended almost around midnight and it was straight to home after that, uploading photos to my computer, recharging the batteries, etc. Trying to get some decent sleep was just a nice though with my alarm clock ringing no later than at 3:30 am. Off to Kranj and our 300 km journey to Schladming was about to start.

More in my next post.

50 Cent

Freezing do death. Tired to death. Not impressed to death.

Ex Atomik Harmonik Spelca

Iris Mulej

Pol Eura

Afterwards, still not impressed & frozen.