Post-rock vibes or how to calm an anxious spirit

Hey guys!

No blog post for the last weekend, because I was out of town, attending the ARTmania Festival in Sibiu and I tried to stay away from the demon named technology (as much as I could, at least). Honestly, I wanted to write about this event, make a review of some sort, but I've changed my mind. I can say I loved every second of it. The shows, the atmosphere, everything was just great. Like every year, I've met dear friends and lovely artists and I'll treasure these memories and add them to the past ones, since this was my 8th time attending this festival (out of 12). 

Looking forward to ARTmania no. 13! 😈

ARTmania crowd, before Tarja, 29th of July

Lost In The Echo

July 20th 2017, 21:40. It was just a regular Thursday night. Was getting a bit sleepy, but I still wanted to watch an episode of something or some cartoons before actually going to bed. So I was just browsing around and since I couldn't make up my mind, I refreshed my Facebook news feed and I felt as if lightning stroke me. Someone was making a really bad joke. I begin to scroll down. Everybody was going nuts, the news was spreading, it began to be posted all over the most read media channels. Pulse rising. This can't be true. No. I've barely just made peace with the fact that Chris Cornell is not with us anymore and now this?! Denial. A feeling of immense emptiness. Scroll. Scroll. Shit. Shit!!! My teenage self was crushed. Shock. My generation is in total shock, I can see it from their posts and I can feel it, I swear. Google. Twitter. It's viral. Acceptance...? My head is spinning. The voice that set me, and millions of other teenagers on this musical path, is no more. I'll never get to experience the so energetic live show that I've had on my wish list for such a long time. I'll never get to sing their songs along with my friends at their show. I'll never gaze my eyes on the human being that I admired so much.

18 and Life on Skid Row

Who the hell knew this guy was so good even at writing?! 😐

Reading 18 and Life on Skid Row can be an emotional roller coaster, if you are an old fan of Skid Row and Sebastian Bach. I'm not the average fan who likes to dig into the personal life of the artist. I kinda always separated these things, makes it easier if you don't put people up on pedestals. Makes it easier to go over disappointments. Give me great music and I'm happy. I'll only judge you based on the music you deliver. I don't care what you do beyond that. But of course, sometimes the inevitable happens. 

In my case, I needed to study the lives of some of the most iconic rock figures in history, for a college project. And what can I say, it was very intriguing. So I kept on reading, because I got caught. The Beatles, Queen, Bon Jovi, Nirvana are just a few examples. It's extremely fascinating to catch a glimpse of what is beyond the music, the blood and the sweat and mostly beyond the stage masks shown to us in concerts/videos. But again, don't judge the music because of the artist. Enough with the intro. I'm terribly bad at explaining stuff. I was gifted this book and it blew me away.

Short recap & awesome music, of course

Yeah, well... 😳

I won't excuse myself for not writing for a long time. I actually think it's a good thing I didn't, because I usually feel an urge to write when I'm pissed off and stupid things bother me and I really don't find this constructive at all. And I don't wanna feed the trolls. And the shitheads that annoy me don't deserve my time. That being said, let's move on to a short recap of the first half of 2017.

Dark Spotlight of my Mind

There she was, sat in the spotlight,

All eyes piercing through her soul

They all claimed to know her mind,

They all ripped her thoughts and heart.

She felt tired and gave in.

Hope had drifted far away,

All she trusted gone forever,

All she loved was nowhere near.

Sorrow was the only feeling

No more power to go on

No more strength to fight her demons

No more will to carry on.

Selfish minds and empty souls

Never understood her pain.

Such a sensitive wild heart

Filled with love to give away.

“The world caged me in, denied me!

Why should I speak up my mind?!

Why should I express my feelings

When you judge and criticize?

Everything I am and feel

You see just as a mistake.

You all treat me like a child!

You all take me as insane!

I refuse to be like you.

I accept to live in exile!

I embrace the pain I feel,

It will only make me blossom.”

So she cried her scream so brave,

Looking them right in the eyes,

Then she turned away and left,

Leaving empty the spotlight…

14^th March 2012, Sibiu

Long time no see.

Only now, after so much time, I feel comfortable enough to post this... piece of my mind. 

Demons come and demons go away, but sometimes they stay with us and we need to learn to live with them inside. And sometimes we miss them. Might sound funny, I know, it depends on what you understand a demon can represent. My demons scarred me, but they've also shapped me, so I can only thank them. 

Rusty, but I want to come back.

Autumn is here. :)

Cris