Good song for this last day

Let's see how far we've come

Everything you wanted someone else to say

Good song of the day

Wait(s) for me

Expectancy

Here's a good song for today. Here's how we feel when there are few days until we're back home. Here's the calm before the storm, ladies and gentlemen.

(He takes a bow and leaves the stage)

Velvet Revolver - Fall to Pieces

Riots, punks and reggae music

So it's late. Just got home from the G20 protest in London. Tommi and i thought it would be a good idea to check it out and so we did. It was an interesting experience most certainly - taking into account that i have never seen a 40 meter long wall of police move towards me. Still fun.

One thing that fascinated me throughout the day was people throwing beer bottles, glass bottles that is, at the police. We were shut off from all angles, trying to shoot as much as possible and having to deal with the idiocy that most people perceived as normal - thus, there were NO SHOPS TO BUY ANYTHING. No food, no drinks, nothing. Still, people seemed to find empty beer bottles to either throw in the police, or piss in first and then throw in the police. Then run like hell screaming "We want peace"

There was reggae music all day, which seemed to calm some of the people down, frantically dancing and being occupied. Needless to say the area smelled like weed but police didn't seem to mind.

The only actually interesting times were those when the line of police would charge, point at which all the brave protesters would run as fast as possible. In one of those i was in the wrong place and managed to get a baton over my thigh. Looks like traces from a Yorkie. But more towards the purple than blue...ish.

The thing that actually bugged me were the photographers. The nice thing was that there was a representative from all possible camera shapes and sizes known to man. There was even a guy with a large format range finder, those that look like cathodic tubes. But most of them, seemed to be working for The Sun. I don't know what's wrong with them. They would all go in the same place and shoot the same thing. It was dumb. I felt stupid going where everyone who had a camera already was, and snapping the same frames. It's stupid and uncreative.

The interesting things about this is that i started to look back on my press years. And on the train back, i started to question whether i was one of them back then. I kept trying to convince myself that i wasn't but somehow there will always be this doubt. I tried to look around, catch people, not events that sell newspapers. Those have long ceased to interest me. I worked on a series of portraits which seemed fascinating at the time, which i'll probably put up tomorrow. But also i tried to shoot the events, how people behave and what they did. Not in a press way, but in a ... documentary kind of way. Trying to detach from all i used to know. Trying to, incredibly, follow Chris Coekin's advice on trying to shoot in a fresh way.

Enough bla ba for one day. Will process and upload both series tomorrow to get some feedback for whoever is reading this non-sense.

Creed of the should-be young generation

I was browsing on flickr and found a friend's account and on there this chick at a concert. Her name is Annie Clark a.k.a. St. Vincent and she plays quite well. On her site i found this creed, which i think was quite appropriate to stick here.

I think she has an interesting face.
Strange configuration but there is something quite charming about her eyes. Odd.

Addendum: it clearly states "in order to avoid mere survival". You survive, not live properly. Get a gun and blow your neuron to bits or get a life and make it better. But stop being cunts.

Good song of the day

"Sharing a drink they call loneliness. But it's better than drinking alone"

Billy Joel - "Piano Man"

Tom Waits

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=eF-HAAUY45c

Here comes my baby

In the midnight moonlight i'll, be walkin a long and lonely mile.
And every time I do, I keep seein this picture of you.

Here comes my baby, here she comes now,
And it can come as no surprise to me, with another guy.
Here comes my baby, here she comes now,
Walking with a love, with a love that's all so fine,
Never could be mine, no matter how I try.

You never walk alone, and you're forever talkin on the phone.
I've tried to call you names, but every time it comes out the same.

Here comes my baby, here she comes now,
And it can come as no surprise to me, with another guy.
Here comes my baby, here she comes now,
Walking with a love, with a love that's all so fine,
Never could be mine, no matter how I try.

I'm still waitin for your heart, cause I'm sure that some day it's gonna start.
You'll be mine to hold each day, but 'till then, this is all that I can say.

Here comes my baby, here she comes now,
And it can come as no surprise to me, with another guy.
Here comes my baby, here she comes now,
Walking with a love, with a love that's all so fine,
Never could be mine, no matter how I try.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHNeRjC4nJw

Enough for today. Now piss off.

Sad but True

http://www.220.ro/Nothing_Else_Matters_varianta_lautareasca-60752.html

On songs

"you're out of sight but always on my mind..." and so on and so forth. Have had a full night yesterday, or better yet today. The actions were of little consequence mainly but the fact that i had my mp3 player tipped the scale a good deal. Somehow Whitesnake, Disturbed, Bon Jovi and Bryan Adams changed and played with my moods as they pleased.
"this time everything is all right, this time everything is easy" and so it seems it would be for a couple of minutes. Do you remember us in the living room watching the Whitesnake concert? Do you remember singing Bon Jovi - All about loving you? Do you guys remember playing Summer of 69 on the way to the sea side or 99 in the shade in the forests? Do you remember Metallica - I dissapear while snowboarding down slopes? It was there, they were there as were we. Times change, people change, burn the bridges but don't forget the songs. the sort of remind you of somethings that used to be, or push you towards something you want to be. Remember the good old days when songs meant something..."This is how you remind me" - Nickleback.

Good song of the day

I love the blues,they tell my story,
If you don't feel it you can never understand.
So many times I thought about it
And now I know just what it means to be a man.
Everyday I realize you can see it in my eyes
I never wait, or hesitate.'Cos I love the life I live,
I'm gonna live the life I choose,
You gotta understand I'm walking in the
shadow of the blues.
All of my life I've had a shady reputation,
I've been the black sheep of the family all along.
I never know if in my heart I'm really guilty
But, I've been accused of never knowing right from wrong.
Everyday I realize you can see it in my eyes
I never wait, or hesitate.'Cos I love the life I live,
I'm gonna live the life I choose,
You gotta understand I'm walking in the shadow of the blues.
My father said you're crazy,
He said what you gonna do?
I left with my guitar and said I'll leave it up to you.
I'm gonna live the life I love
And live the life I choose,
And I'm walking in the shadow of the blues.

Everyday of my life.

I love the blues, they tell my story,
If you don't feel it I will tell you once again.
All of my life I've been caught up in a crossfire,
'Cos I've been branded with the devil mark of cain.
Everyday I realize you can see it in my eyes
I never wait, or hesitate. 'Cos I love the life I live,
I'm gonna live the life I choose,
You gotta understand ...
I'm walking in the
shadow of the blues.