The day the music died (literally)

It was the year 2000 when I was introduced to the wonder that is Vinicio Capossela. A master like few the world has seen.

He is humble, his musicality original, raw, full of fire, his lyrics poems of the highest order. Above all, he reaches out and touches the human condition in a way that speaks volumes to me, walking that fine line between nostalgia and melancholy, verve and rhythm, yearning and desire, passion and soul. As I read somewhere, he is a visionary dreamer. And through him, we too dream. Continue reading

Marina Abramović and the age of the narcissist

So Spazju Kreattiv are screening the documentary The Space in Between: Marina Abramović and Brazil.

It’s touted to be a journey of self-discovery for the controversial Serbian artist as she travels through Brazil in search of personal healing, artistic inspiration and an experience of sacred rituals to reveal her creative process.

Now, I have never been a fan of Abramović’s personally. Continue reading

Weighing in

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It’s about respect for the order of things, it’s about understanding that international law is there to be observed, it’s about not falling for fancy political rhetoric that doesn’t really tell the whole truth, it’s about the greater good, it’s about the common citizen standing up to a group of bullies and spineless politicians.

That’s why I’ll be voting NO in the upcoming Spring Hunting Referendum.