Rock the City 2013

În sfârşit, mi-a venit cheful să scriu şi eu despre toată nebunia din weekend-ul trecut. Mai mult ca sigur, aţi citit deja vreo 20 de cronici de festival până acum, aşa că eu o să vă spun pe scurt ce mi-a plăcut şi ce m-a scârbit. Da, din păcate au fost şi multe minusuri. 

• Day 1

Prima şi cea mai tare chestie în legatură cu evenimentul acesta a fost că am mai evadat puţin din rutină şi am petrecut căteva zile faine alături de unii dintre cei mai dragi prieteni. În general, îmi place atmosfera de concert, probabil pentru că ştiu că nu voi fi singură acolo şi că ma voi întalni cu oameni dragi, indiferent dacă vorbim înainte să stabilim ceva sau nu. Şi din fericire, am regăsit mulţi oameni simpatici la Romexpo, în cele 2 zile de festival. Am mai băut o bere, am mai povestit ceva, şi a trecut timpul într-un mod foarte plăcut (am mai şi urlat ca apucaţii şi am rămas fără voce, dar e ok bă, e ok, haha!). Cu ocazia aceasta, vă şi mulţumesc pentru momentele frumoase petrecute împreună! *inimioare* 

Cât despre muzică, pentru prima zi de fest, am vrut neapărat să bifez concertul Rezident EX. De ce? Păi simplu: îmi doream de ceva ani să am şansa să îl aud (şi să îl văd, evident) pe Kempes cântând live. Cred că aveam 12-13 ani când Kempes pleca din Cargo şi nu avusesem ocazia să îi prind în concert. Ascultam cu nostalgie albumele lor şi nici nu visam că s-ar putea ivi ocazia să asist la un concert de genul. Dar uite că se mai schimbă roata şi pe 27 iulie, în prima zi de Rock the City, am fost foarte fericită să îi văd pe Rezident EX. Kempes mi s-a părut într-o formă de zile mari, extrem de energic şi vesel şi m-am bucurat să văd şi publicul foarte entuziasmat. În mod negreşit, e unul dintre cei mai iubiţi solişti de muzică rock de pe la noi şi va rămâne aşa pentru mult, mult timp. Se vede foarte clar că omul are o pasiune enormă pentru ceea ce face şi cred eu că i-au lipsit foarte mult scena şi căldura ascultătorilor. 

Rezident EX @ Rock the City 2013

Late night thoughts

Sometimes I wonder about the changes that could have appeared in my life, if I was as ignorant as most people these days. Honestly, I'm fed up with a lot of you. I keep on hearing this shit with "Ignorance is bliss" and I feel like banging my head on the nearest wall, because nowadays people can't seem to understand this statement. Everybody thinks it's cool to "not give a fuck". Of course, one shouldn't be too sensitive about every little problem in life, but you people really amaze me. Lately (and sadly), I have observed so many negative changes regarding some of my... friends. And it hurts. I have the courage to admit it hurts. Yeah, it's not a weakness, it's a human emotion and instead of acting all mighty and saying "I don't give a fuck", I choose to admit it hurts. Feel free to laugh or to feel superior, at least at the end of the day I will know that I've been honest with myself, unlike you. 

Let me tell you something... You may feel good with yourself for some time, keeping inside everything that is tormenting you and acting like everything is fine and dandy, but trust me, there will come a time when this avalanche is going to get to you and it won't be pretty. I learned this the hard way. 

The Mask and the Mirror

Between you and the Mirror there is still one little thing. A both fragile and powerful object blocking a lot of feelings that you would like to let go of. It's a rather difficult situation, because you'd love to throw it away, although the idea of being without it, without the only thing that makes you feel a bit more protected, scares you. Decisions... Choices? Courage?! Maybe. Maybe not.

Your pretty Mask is there for you, but is this a good thing? Is this helpful? Sometimes it seems like the only right thing to do: put on the Mask, together with a smile. You know you can, you had time to learn to fake it so well. "Make me proud and act like you were taught to..." gently whispers the Mask. And you do as you are told to, thinking that nothing could go wrong. My dear, everything went wrong... You lost yourself when you chose this easy way. You did not realize the Mask had embraced you. Completely. On a second thought... you wanted this, didn't you? 

I believe you also got tired of making it right, of pleasing everyone and being the nice person, so you decided to put some space between you and the ones that you believed to be there only to take advantage of you being kind, probably too kind. It seems this made you feel quite relieved, but it also left you with some unanswered questions. And some wounds. You can manage to hide the wounds, but what are we going to do with the questions? Some might say that ignorance is bliss; a foolish thing to say. Ignorance is truly bliss when the action involved ceases to have an impact on you, when you feel nothing for someone, when they never cross your mind and you don't wake up thinking suddenly about them. So I guess that sooner or later you will have to ask some questions and also answer to some of them. Only then you might find your peace of mind. Of course, you might not like some of the answers, they might hurt you, but at least you'd know the truth, you'd learn from mistakes and you'd carry on. In order to succeed in this matter, you must do something very hard: lose the Mask!!! Believe in yourself.

Beauty and the Beat

I gotta say, it took me 5 days to get used to the fact that I had the opportunity to watch such an amazing performance. Everyone asked me right after the show about how it was and so on, but I simply couldn't talk about it; I was still in that breathtaking atmosphere (for quite a while). Really, it was unbelievable. If you were there, you know what I'm talking about; if you missed the show, well... I hope you'll get the chance to see it, at least once. It's not about being a Nightwish fan or a Tarja fan; it's about a great show with such passionate musicians that will make you just float around for 2 hours and forget about everything else.

I really need to say this: Mike is one hell of a showman! That guy made the people from the orchestra turn  towards him and watch him have fun on stage, instead of paying attention to their conductor (no, don't worry, they did great too)! He was like a fish in the sea, the stage was his home. And if we already knew that he's an amazing drummer, this time he also proved that he can sing. This was quite a lovely surprise. And of course, Tarja had to show us something cool too, so she took Mike's place at the drums set and made it clear once again that she's not only talented, but also very ambitious. She made a little joke about the fact that high-heels are not really recommended for drumming and the minutes that followed were simply magic. Frank Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon began, taking us back to the '60s.

Greetings!

Well this is a bit weird. 

Some time ago I've told myself that I'd never start a blog, because I could not see its purpose. I mean... I already have a Facebook page, a Twitter page (and I rarely use it) and I just remembered about the MySpace one. I thought I've forgotten the password, but guess what? "Connect with Facebook". Say what?

If I try hard enough I might connect my washing machine with Facebook. Now THAT would be something! Status: "Cristina's washing machine is now in the process of rinsing some awesome black T-shirts!" Cool.

So what I am saying is that I made this blog in order to express some of my feelings/opinions/rants about crazy things that go through my head almost all the time. I'll try to write more about stuff that I like, experiences I had and clearly there will be a lot of action regarding music. Gonna try to make some reviews (albums, concerts etc because I wanna learn to do this the right way) whenever I'll find my damn inspiration! This is a promise to myself... as much as I hate promises. So yeah, music, music, music! Underground bands, underrated writers and photographers... and other things that I'll find interesting and intriguing, because I don't want this blog to go only in the "me, me, me!" direction. 

I have so many things to say right now, but it's all so scrambled in my mind so I'd better stop before I begin to write about silly things and freak you out. I'm not saying I won't freak you out later, but as this is the first post, the presentation post, I'd rather make a good impression. So much fail. But, please, remember I am cute and I have good intentions! Lol. 

Ok, enough with the babbling! Feel free to follow me or.. whatever the hell they call it here (still browsing around with no clue of what I have to do). And let me know if you also have a blog here so I can read your stuff, exchange ideas, become friends and dance on the rainbow! Yeah! /facepalm

Wish me luck!

Cris

P.S. If you are wondering what's with the name of the blog...