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About Me

Searching for that indifferent, infinitely interesting and intricate word, with which I can wish happiness, release grief... I think I'm stuck in a symmetry, between the same type of indifferent darkness and Goering's trail of death, or at least dying out. I am symmetry. And I am unity and I am everything that dissapears in nature until the moment I step back and count all of my 46 chromosomes and discover that I am actually and completely an indifferent, boring and even comic being. I am hidden in a position full of mirrors in which I try not to see me, but then I notice my duplication, my mirrored infinity. Portraited so many times that I don't withstand to look at the asymmetricity of my appearances, and symmetry is all a person tends towards... Or, at the end, "something Ultimate?" ... I am a humorist,a Carthagean charicature, an eventualist, maybe even a sequence or nomencature... A Name.

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so... I went to Brasil, then listened to some Cuban music and of course jazz (but usually I always do some swing songs) and these influences are melting... =/ so neeways, the piano player and my band friend Luka made some harmonies and I made the melodies and the form. I just came home and recorded this song. I know it's simple and the sound quality is bad, but i like it nonetheless. I played all the instruments, which include a beer can, turtle food, garbage can1, garbage can2, bass, guitar1, guitar2, sax1, sax2 =D (but the beer can is definately the most imposrtant one) Evo, ako netko vec cita, tra..im na podrucju zg-a (zajedno sa svojim bendom- koji je u pravilu neki mracni jazz bend- utjecaj Schoenbergam Rachmaninova, Gypsy jazza, Laurent Garniera, Duke Ellingtona, Mingusa... -koji se sad sastoji od gitarista, kontrabasista, pijanista, klarinetista i saksofonista) jo.. jednog gitarista (recimo gypsy jazz stil sviranja), bubnjara, violinista, celista, trombonista, klarinetista, te saxofonista =D pa ako je netko zainteresiran.- mail je [email protected] (ujesen pocinjemo s radom, jer ovaj bendic sada ide na neku turneju, pa...)

My Blog

the nuyorican funk experience

I cannot believe my inability to fall asleep. This inability is basically taking a strong effect on me. For example, I figure if I drink some alcoholic drink or take some instrument of mind relief I a...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 01:06:00 GMT

Adapting

It was awfully difficult to go to sleep last night. My mind was left interested in interest rates, endlessly lost in evaluating what tomorrow represents, what am I to do, how am I to complete it. Int...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 08:05:00 GMT

Saxophone Lament

I am standing in a monumental brothel-like hallway decorated with dark red curtains, golden furniture, and a small TV at its end. I occur as a visitor, but I feel quite at home- it seems that I'm pla...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 07:25:00 GMT

points

My island is in the sea I am surrounded by sea There is a fire or is it just light still contradicting the darkness?
Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 01:05:00 GMT

Just a paragraph of You

One of those common, but truly dissapointing days. Universally speaking, one of those days which start off with awakening. Awakening, after which you brush your teeth, then shave. Shaving proves to b...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 15:42:00 GMT

views

"How peculiar" she'd say. She'd say it often. I didn't know was it connected to my presence or the actual peculiarity of the world. Was it connected to my streaming thoughts of nonrelated things such...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 06:08:00 GMT

It took me by surprise, I must say

I hadn't picked up the guitar for years. Today, I took it out of the case, slowly tuned it so the strings wouldn't break. At times, these things are like time bombs, you just know they'll break any s...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 01:14:00 GMT

Nature of a Landscape

Actually, it is very simple how I sit. I let my knees navigate my legs, I then let my thorax fall slightly t...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 12:00:00 GMT

The Era of Curtains

And so I drove. I drove. I drove the way people usually drive; I used the steering wheel, and I used the gear shifter. Very simple, I drove. The way I see it, I drove by taking notion of the signs, s...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 03:44:00 GMT

Strange Fruit

So again and again he keeps finding himself in one of those Mediteranean (well, "as it used to be" CNN) streets, standing next to a green gas lamp. Just a simple reocurrence. Minding only his existent...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 05:07:00 GMT