petak, 12.02.2010.
Zašto je Leonard Cohen odgodio turneju?
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Novi datum hrvacke svirke je 25.7., što je odlično. Odlično zato jer ne moram čekati jesen da ga vidim. Preferirao bih proljeće, ali eh. Moja mladenačka nestrpljivost na stranu, ne bi li jesen bio bolji period za Lennyja? Uz lagani povjetarac i kišu, dakako. Ali to nije ono što sam htio istaknuti - ljeto je odlično jer dolazi prije jeseni, no pri kraju sedmog mjeseca, usred ludog partijanja na mondenim svjetskim plažama (as I'm wont to do), morat ću trčkarati natrag u Zagreb. Što ako se Motovun poklopi s tim datumom? I shudder to think. Zašto je do ovoga uopće došlo? Što je Lenny radio da je morao odgoditi turneju? Više stvari pada na pamet.  Što je sasvim vjerojatna opcija. Levitacija, kako će vam Drago Plečko reći, često završava udaranjem o disko kugle. Stayin' alive, stayin' alive, indeed.  Spomenuo je Lenny da radi na novom materijalu. Ako su pjesme toliko dobre da mu lome leđa, jedva čekam čuti album!  Stalna prijetnja profesije budustičkog svećenika jest spoticanje i upadanje u stanje nirvane. Pritisak koji ti ljudi osjećaju je izniman.  Momci tih djevojaka (jer žena sa ženom, tamo nema ništa) nisu uvijek oduševljeni ovim performasnom. Možda se jedan konačno agresivno usprotivio i šakom mu to pokazao, a thousand kisses deep.  I uzalud su mu Dylan i Ginsberg pomagali da to zapamti.  |
utorak, 02.02.2010.
Les Bós
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We still talk about the family of lesbians that moved in a few years back. There was the father lesbian, all butch and manly with a bushy beard. And a penis.  He later shaved the beard but we knew. Then there was the mother lesbian with her apron and classic female-part-of-the-relationship womanliness.  Their children, little Todd and Steve, were the worst of all. In the shackles of puberty they ran circles 'round the street, chasing girls with bad intent.  Needless to say, our fragile moral world, our ethicsphere, crumbled under the weight of the oppressor's womanly boot.  The "parents" rarely left the house, though their influence did run marathons.  What were we to do? We set about convincing them of the error of their ways.  Unwilling to listen, the lesbian family ran from reason and out of Easy Street.  Sometimes I wonder if that was the right thing to do, scaring them away with threats of arson and slaughter. They were fast critters, those lesbians, so we would've probably had a better chance if we'd snuck up on them while they were fast asleep. Live and learn. The moral of this story is: To forgive is human. To err? Bovine.  |
