The only currency that people actually possess is time. Time, in the sense of our own, personal time we have to spent on the Planet. So it becomes of crucial importance whom and what do we spend our time on. There is no refund for the time spent. There is no contract offered to loan… Continue reading Stimuli
I have waited three months for this concert, a time during which I was predominantly listening to them. Yes. Highly Suspect! I have read multiple articles in which there were a series of adjectives used to describe what they do and how they sound. To me there is only one combination of words that describes… Continue reading Highly Suspect @ The Garage, Glasgow 3 Feb 2018
Just three days after the splendid Queens of the Stone Age concert at the O2 in London, I was headed to see yet another of the great contemporary bands – Royal Blood. Now, I came across their music in a period of my life when I had hit rock bottom and did not know what… Continue reading Remedial Royal Blood Treatment, Royal Blood, The SSE Hydro, Glasgow, Scotland, 24/11/2017
I thought that I would die. It was brutal in the most beautiful way possible, which is roughly what QOTSA's entire philosophy is about. The shit was real, it was the real shit, going crazy, or crazy gets you, any words would confine the experience. It was a mass burning of calories, mass dehydration, mass… Continue reading Queens of the goddamned Stone Age, The O2, London, UK. 21/11/2017
1 His name was Nick and lived at the edge of a cliff. That’s right, he refused the world and headed to the woods. The moment of realization came for him – the realization that he was just like everybody else, the realization that there was nothing he could do to change that. He was… Continue reading existential carousel
I've had the urge of the young writer to write about everything that had happened to me, instead of to write about what matters. I’ve been writing things to people, about people, for people, giving it to people to read, dedicating writings to people, posting it on social media without even realizing my own preaching… Continue reading We have an expiration date.