Storm

I am caught off-guard by you, like a wave I pulled into. It's a feeling I can't fight, like a wildfire, deep inside.

You're taking my heart, by storm, I'm lost in your love, lost in your love. I can't hold back anymore, I'm lost in your love, lost in your love.

You're taking my heart, by storm, you're taking my heart. You're taking my heart, by storm, you're taking my heart.

I am torn apart by you, it's a spell I can't undo, oh, I can't escape it now, I am in too deep to get out.

You're taking my heart, by storm, I'm lost in your love, lost in your love. I can't hold back anymore, I'm lost in your love, lost in your love.

Where the streets have no name.

Another week that felt like will never end later, I'm sitting here trying to focus on the positive. It shouldn't be that way but it's been getting harder and harder to write about the good things in life. Music is one of them but you don't want me to write love letters to bands all the damn time, or whine about concerts I missed, records I can't find or whatever else band related that seems to bother me that week. Maybe that one Metallica shirt I can't find anywhere... Art is one of those positives as well but I learned by now that people that don't share my passion hardly even understand it...

So how about a little bit about my weekend instead? If you're looking for a drunken story full of regrets you're in the wrong place. I spent the weekend in museums. Open night at the museums is one of my favorite summer events. I go every year, just to see the same things over again and sometimes new things. One of them being the ''a town beneath today's town''. It's amazing, in the cellar of a palace, it's called Princely palace, there's an exhibition, the largest presentation so far of the Roman Celeia *Celeia is the former Roman name of our town*. You can walk amongst the remains of Roman walls which are amazing to look at as is. This towns history is so vibrant and so rich. The earliest settlment here was actually from 9th to 6th century B.C. At the time it was Celtic tribes, we've got remains such as jewelry, coins, pots and dishes. It's always fascinating to see that in person. To know how old this town really is. To just imagine who all was walking here before you.

And then in the 15th century B.C. came the kingdom of Noricum and Celeia within it scope was annexed to the Roman state. At the time of the Emperor Claudius Celeia was one of the first in the province to acquire the status of an independent town, a ''municipium'' if you will. The next two centuries represented the time of the town's biggest flourishing and growth. There's records suggesting that in that time the town was big, largely populated, and secured with walls and towers which some remains you can actually see today. There were also multi storied marble palaces, wide streets and squares. The nickname for the city was ''little Troy'' or ''Troia secunda'' which means second Troy. Aparently we also had a temple of Mars which was known all over the Empire. These are the details even I didn't know and it's always interesting to learn new things. Specially when it's a part of your own history since it's been happening in your hometown. The once huge Roman province took a turn for the worse in the 6th century when the town became much smaller and it's hardly even mentioned any more.

There's one more thing left of the Roman Empire, my favorite and I hear it's one of a kind in the world. A Paved Roman street, a part of it closed a part of it open allowing you to actually walk on it. If you look close enough you can see different types of marks on the stone, wheels, horses, wear from people walking. It really is something special.

There is also a tiny bit of natural history displayed, with some animals, skulls, fossils, mostly bears, skin, paw molds, claws, skelleton. Must be because we have so many bears here. I made sure to ask how the bears died. I was asured they all died of natural causes. Thank god. I'd have a serious problem with the fact that those animals were slaughtered and displayed in a museum. If that was the case that is...

Then you've got 2 floors of nothing but the Counts of Celje who were the most influential late medieval noble dynasty on the territory of present day Slovenia. In simple words, big thugs. There was a time, a shorter period then we'd want, where the Counts owned more then 20 castles all over the country *as it is now anyways*. But not only here but beyond our borders too, with the marriages of their daughters. That's how they acquired large estates in Hungary, Croatia and Slavonia. As their influence rose they became the most powerful family in the area. Count Ulrich I was a leader to so called mercenary soldiers and he joined king Louis I of Hungary on his quest into Dalmatia and later Rex Romanorum Charles IV to his coronation in Rome. Ulrich's son married Anna of Poland. And all of the counts were related by marriage with the rulers of Bosnia and both Hungarian and Polish kings.

The rise of the family continiued when in a Battle of Nicopolis Count Hermann II saved king Sigismund of Hungary's life. As a reward the king donated many estates and an entire city and county in Croatia to the family. Then there was also an alliance with the imperial house of Luxembourg with the marriage of Barbara, Hermann's daughter. And later when the very same Sigismund was elected as king of the Romans he elevated the Counts of Cilli to the rank of Princes of the Holy Roman Empire though they kept their title ''grof'' meaning Count.

Unfortunally this is not a story with a happy ending. If it was then my town would be the capital of Slovenia today if not the capital of entire Europe. Maybe. With the death of John Hunyadi, Ulrich the second got his title as the Captain General of Hungary. But then he was killed by Hunyad's son in Belgrade. Legend goes that his high maiden saw a black raven before Ulrich went to battle. She begged him not to go because the raven means danger, tradgedy, death. He didn't listen and he left anyway, then aparently the very same raven was why he died, during the battle he saw a raven and while looking at it he got stabbed and killed. Unfortunally he had no children so the male line of the Counts died and after the war their estates and property were handed over to the Habsburgs based on the inheritance agreement. The rest was either ruined or stolen, unfortunally very little was left or recovered, most artifacts are replica's as well.

But what's a story about Counts without romance? The story about Friderik and Veronika. Honestly forget Romeo and Juliet because this...This is worse. They were married, she was his second wife but because the marriage was unwanted Veronika was hunted. She was actually the first woman on trial for being acused of being a witch in Slovenia. She was pardoned but still murdered. Her and Friderik married a year after his first wife died in ''misterious circumstances'' legend goes that he was the one that killed her because he was so madly in love with Veronika and this was the only way for them to be together. Which only helped with the cold relationship he had with his father at that point. Veronika was ''below him''. Lower class, unworthy if you will. Friderik's father was furious, he said he tarnished their reputation because he had other plans with his son.

As a punishment he built a tower on their castle grounds and locked him up inside that tower. And while he was locked away, his fathers people were hunting down Veronika, who was hiding in the woods for a while and then in a different castle. When she was finally brought back Herman acused her of trying to poison him and that she used witchcraft to make his son go crazy and marry her. She had a good spokesman that helped her prove that none of it was real, though she was still taken to yet another castle where she was killed, by being drowned in a bath tub.

Though Friderik was later released because of Ulrich's death that doesn't make this story any less tragic. To love so deeply and to lose so much. Devastating.

The second museum of the night is a few hundred meters away, located in the building also known as Old Count's mansion. Beautiful building. You can see both art and cultural history in the rooms of the first floor. And then on the second is something known as the ''Celje Ceiling''. It's an amazing painting from the 16th and 17th century, painted in simple tempera on canvas it's divided in 11 parts, the biggest in the center, is made with pillars, drawing perspective upwards, making it seem like it's rising up in the sky. The longer sides are showing the four seasons and the short ones are picturing the battle of the Romans and the Troyans while the corners have 4 giants. The author is sadly unknown but they do know that he used both sketches as well as models for this piece. Taking a proper picture is impossible, on my phone at least. But I tried...

There's a hall in this room with this ceiling, with a ton of chairs so you can sit down and stare as long as you please, there's also two insanely comfy couches in the center. There are very few things in this town that I love more then lying there and just getting lost in the painting. I said it before if we'd have Starbucks I'd be over twice a week, bribing the staff with coffee to let me lie there for 30 minutes before the museum opens op, and just relax.

The exhibition also includes private items of a Miss Alma Karlin. Now she was a badass lady. A writer, a poet, a world traveler. She studied languages in London, learning English, French, Latin, Italian, Norwegian, Danish, Finnish, Russian, and Spanish. Later on in life she also learned Persian, Chinese, and Japanese. She really was an amazing woman, she opened up a language school to make money for her travels, working up to ten hours a day and she was the only woman that traveled alone around the world before the 1920's. In 1928 she came home as per request of her dying mother, herself also battling with sickness and depression, she didn't travel again after that, she focused on her writing then, though a lot of her work is still stored in archives, unpublished, some in Slovenia and some in Berlin. What's really fascinating is that my aunt actually told me she remembers seeing her walking around in town. Amazing.

The exhibition also includes paintings by her best friend, plenty of works include Alma herself.

The exhibition ends with Renaissance room with furniture and paintings, which goes on to another room with a mix of Renaissance and Baroque, and later on just Baroque. Some pieces are really incredible, like a wooden wardrobe, lined with ivory and tortoise shell. The late Baroque and Rococo and later on even Biedermeier show in furniture and so many portraits one even of Sisi. There's also a ton of delicately crafted clocks, china, miniatures, religious statues, you know the works. And the very last room is dedicated to historicism.

There's that. I suppose I can't wait to museum night 2018, by then maybe the new permanent exhibition which is in the works for way too long now will be finished. They're planning on opening a couple more rooms in the Princely's palace where they'd put all the skulls and some more artifacts of the Counts on display. Which reminds me, completly unrelated but the room with the amazing ceiling also has another ''piece'' a human skin belt. Neatly rolled into a circle. I was always both amazed and disgusted by it.

So what's a museum night if it doesn't end with a drink? Obviously it was a rather good weekend. Here's to hoping that the week goes on in that spirit. It's looking bleak but hey it's only Monday.

Museums are located in the city of Celje, in Slovenia. These are all permanent exhibitions, so if y'all are around you can go check them out as well. If you made it this far, congrats, thank you, enjoy your weekend and stay safe out there.

My head's above the rain and roses, making my way away.

You can probably guess what this post is going to be about. The concert last tuesday of course. This one was special. I barely waited for this one. Why? Because it was in my own country. C'mon how many times can one say that one of their favorite bands actually played in their country? Well I suppose Americans can say that often. Us Slovenians? Never. Up to the last second I was convinced this is just a tribute band, that they didn't get the real Green Day but some cover band because they wouldn't know the difference anyways. I was prepared for anything at that point. Imagine my insane happiness the first second their drunk bunny came dancing on the stage. I was freaking out. Like literally completly freaking out. To a point where the next morning my voice was gone. So worth it.

Green Day are my boys. I started listening to them when I was a 12 or 13 year old kid, when American Idiot came out and my mom bought it for me, purely because she liked the cover *cheers mom*. Love on first sight and listen. I started wearing all black, using eyeliner and studs and spikes all over because of Billie Joe, can't say my parents were too happy about that, or my teachers...And I had to admit I had the biggest crush on Billie too, come to think of it I still do. A little bit at least. Those green eyes and eyeliner...enough to make me weak in the knees. Hah. On a serious note and his good looks aside, I admire him so much, he stands up for something, he stands up against Donald Trump, he hates homophobia, racism, any kind of hate, he says love will win that all we have to do is spread love. He's amazing like that. Did you know that when he was a child he'd pretend to be Elvis, dancing in front of his mirror to The Sun Sessions? As if I needed any more reasons to love him. Hah. Not that I'm playing favorites, I love Tre and Mike just as much, great guys as well.

Now back to the concert. I actually saw them before in Austria in 2013 *my god was is 4 years ago already?* but as I said before, favorite band and your home...that is different. The energy on the concert, the love, the passion...it was breath taking. They play Bohemian Rapsody before coming on stage as a part of the act and it is amazing when everyone in the venue starts singing along as loud as they can. I love Queen, always did always will and seeing so many kids *yes kids they were that young* there singing along to one of the best songs ever written...hair raising moment. I just love seeing younger generations enjoy old rock instead of all these new types of ''music'' that are really far from actual music.

I said this before and I'm saying it again, there is nothing on this planet that could compare to the moment of anticipation and excitment, when the lights in the venue go dark and you know the band will come on stage any second, and then that first note hits. It's amazing. Better then any kind of drug, better then alcohol, fight me on this but better then sex too. My favorite thing on the planet, that one moment. That one moment when the music hits you and you feel no pain, everything disappears and it's just you and them and ''real life'' doesn't even matter in that moment.

They came on stage with a bang, literally, there were explosions, there was fire, there were sparks flying. Amazing. Billie talked about how it's been 19 years since they were last here *please guys I beg you don't make me wait another 19 before you come back again, though I can always go to Austria or Italy but still* and then he said that they are not even going back home that Ljubljana is their new home. I wouldn't complain. I'd welcome them with open arms. *I can hear my best friend in my head just now ''you mean open arms and open legs don't you?'' hah sorry, I just had to*...

There's this moment when he talks about leaving all evil outside behind closed doors, evil doesn't exist inside the venue, on their show, no hate, just love. He said that in that moment we have one another and that's all that matters, we're all one, he told us to just hug eachother and spread love. It was beautiful. I was a little surprised when there were none of his usual rants, but then I realized that it must be because he wants the shows to be a get - away. A safe place for the fans so they don't have to think or worry about events all around us. The world is ugly, and if we can forget about it for at least 3 hours that's a welcome change. Yet despite all this he didn't forget to say ''Fuck you Donald Trump'' during American idiot. Got to be one of my favorite moments on the show. I could never get enough of it. I hate Trump just as much as he does. There was also the usual ''repeat after me, no racism, no homophobia and no Donald Trump''. Amazing. If only people would listen to that. Actually listen. But most of them lost the ability to listen a long time ago.

''This is not a tea party this is Rock 'n' roll'' hah. That is true, the audience was fired up from the start. From the first moment to the last, everyone was on their feet, screaming, singing along. It was amazing. I've noticed that Slovenian crowds are usually pretty shy but not this time, they were loud, they were passionate, they sang along to every line. Billie has this amazing charisma, people do everything he says and it's amazing to watch. I was a bit concerned before that maybe they won't get the reaction they usually get, because of our shy nature but I was not disappointed.

There was fire, a shower of sparks falling from the ''sky'', there were explosions, some really loud. REALLY loud. I heard some people were jumpy and nervous, I suppose after Manchester and Bataclan it's somewhere deep down in you and you can't really help it? I myself wasn't worried. I felt completly safe, a ton of police and security left nothing to chance. So nothing really made me jump, I love pyro, I love fire, I love big bangs, they make the show even better if that's even possible. Like Guns n' Roses with fireworks? And sparks falling during November rain? Ahhh I could just die on the spot, it's beyond perfect. How will I even survive next months Guns n' Roses concert? I probably won't…

So they played 25 songs, old hits, and music from the new album which by the way I think is beyond perfect *fuck the haters*. There was Know your enemy, Bang bang, Revolution radio, Holiday *where I completly lost it for the first time hah*, Boulevard of broken dreams *where I lost it for the second time*, When I come around, Minority, Are we the waiting, St. Jimmy, Basket case, Still breathing, American idiot and obviously more, plus the medley of songs that is so cool oh my god! During those songs Billie said how awesome it is that he see's no cellphones in the crowd *there were very few and mostly just to light up the venue during slow songs*, he said he loves that we are living in the moment not saving it for later. I bet he liked that after that tiny incident a while back where he told a fan in the first row that he can't really see him if he's looking at him through a phone screen. Hah. I actually saw a couple of lighters in the air too. I mean can we forget about the fire hazzard for a second and bring that back? I want a ''sky full of lighters''. Just once.

There were of course fans on stage too, two were singing and one was playing the guitar. A guitar she got to keep later on. I know jealousy aint pretty but if it would burn I would burn the entire city down. So jealous. Though I'm happy for them, they got to live their dreams. Everyone should get a chance to do that someday. A hug from mister Armstrong though? I'd do anything for that. Heh. Big fan yes. Moving on. One of the fans singing with him, she was so cute, totally stole the show, he just hung back let her do her thing. It was the best thing ever. Specially when the crowd started chanting her name. Nothing but love and support in that venue that night and I loved it so much.

What I probably loved most though was this little speach he had that he believes music, rock n roll music in particular has the power to change the world. He said he believed in that since he was 6 years old. I get it. I believe the same thing, maybe not since I was 6 but I do strongly agree. Music has the power to make a difference in the world, to change the world because it can change the people, inspires the people to do better, to be better, to love instead of hate.

And let's not forget about how he mentioned plenty of times how beautiful our country is, how they spent all day in Ljubljana and loved it or how he was saying ''hvala'' which means thank you over and over again as well as ''ljubiti'' which means ''to love'' or just love. It was pronounced slightly wrong but oh my gosh so adorable you have no idea.

All in all, woah what a night, amazing, breath taking, perfect, wonderful...I needed that get - away more then I thought I did. I needed one of my heroes telling me everything will be alright and that love and music is all that really matters in the end. Not hate, not all the bad things happening around us, not the ugly things which there are too many in this world. Love is what matters, loving those close to you and loving those who aren't close even more, because hate will burry us all. And I needed to get lost in the music and forget about everything that is wrong right now and just live in the moment, feel alive and happy and surrounded by so much positivity that would make the sun look pathetic. I love music above all else and getting to experience concerts like this one is just....mindblowing. I am forever grateful to be able to do that.

Which brings us to the end of this post, I'd like to give a big FUCK YOU, not to Donald Trump this time even if let's face it he'd deserve it, but to all the haters in this country, all the people writing dumb comments, saying how horrible they are, how their careers are falling apart that's why they played here, how they haven't put out a good album after American idiot, how they don't really know what punk music is. Sincerly fuck all of you. YOU don't know what music is. And though I could sit here and write at least 20 paragraphs on why you're a bunch of dumb fucks *I apologize about the strong language* I won't. The guys taught me to be better, to be above the petty hate comments and verbal violence *you're still idiots though* and besides I know the truth and the truth is that they are amazing musicians and that the concert was absolutely magical and a couple of salty people can't ruin that for me. So here enjoy these pictures instead....

Cheers to Rancid as well, they couldn't pick a better support for their concerts because they are just as energetic, loud and totally badass like Green Day are. Now guys, remember spread love not hate, leave a nice comment on someone's page for a change and just...tell the people you love that you do, there's no such thing as telling them too many times.

P.S. Music aside for a second, I doubt there is anything sexier then a man completly in love with his wife. My couple goals right here. They are perfect together.

Cry, if you want to cry, if it helps you see, if it clears your eyes.

My god, it's been a long week. I don't even know where to start.

A bomb at a concert in Manchester. A bomb on a concert that mostly kids attend. I can't even begin to express the level of disgust and horror and sickness I feel. I can hardly find words now, to even process or say what I want to say. Music is a safe zone, a get away, a release to so many people. I know what it means to me, it makes me happiest. Concerts make me happy. Music makes me happy. I can't imagine someone taking that away from me. I can't imagine some sicko taking that away from the kids. Nobody should go to a concert and never come home. Concerts are like coming home to so many kids, for that hour or two or three you feel like you're home, like you belong, like you're exactly where you're supposed to be. It's about sharing a bond, with the fans, with the artist. The bond you feel surrounded by strangers that feel like family because you're all there for the exact same reason. The bond you feel with the artist, the goosebumps you feel when that first chord of your favorite song hits and you've never felt more alive. Thing is, no matter how hard it gets, how messed up this world is, we should never let that bond get broken. Nothing should tear it apart, in these dark times we should only make it stronger. Stand together and rise up against it.

I've seen some comments on twitter and I can't even begin to explain how rude, tastless and mean I find them. Nobody cares whos concert it was, I'm personally not a fan of Ariana either but that makes no difference to me, what happened should never happen. What happened is not her fault or her fans fault. Nor should she be blamed based on her music and clothes. This is only one man's fault. A monster. He doesn't even deserve to have his name remembered or mentioned. This is not religion, it's not Islam, it's not Christianity, it's an act of complete barbarism. Taking the lives of innocent children who were out to see their idol. Taking parents from those children...taking kids who had so much to live for, so many dreams, goals, aspirations...these are not actions of a human but a beast.

What happened in Manchester is an absolute tradgedy but people are forgetting or I don't know maybe they are ignorant on purpose...it's not just the UK, it's not just Europe. On the same day there was car bombing in Syria, a bomb in Bangkok, terrorists taking over Marawi where people are still trapped and dying and the world still turns a blind eye to it all. Ignoring it is easier? I guess so. But why are their lives worth less? Is this another white privilege? Children are still children, people are still people and nobody deserves this life. Don't be ignorant.

To ALL the victims and ALL the families affected by any and all of these events all over the world. I am so sorry, my heart is broken just as yours is. I hope time brings you at least a little bit of comfort.

It feels wrong to write about anything else in the same post, but to be honest I don't want another sad post when it feels like sad posts are all I write lately.

By now I believe you all heard about Chris Cornell, the what, how, why...I'm not going to sit here and pretend I was a huge fan of either Soundgarden or Audioslave. I liked some of their music and that was that. But that makes no difference, Chris's death was a huge shock. I admired him, as an artist, he had an amazing voice. And after hearing what really happened. Well that really hit home. I feel like when it's suicide it hits twice as hard. It hurts because these things could have been prevented. No matter the case, no matter the reason, if we were all just a little kinder, nice, willing to help one another, spread love instead of hate...so much of it could be prevented.

But the thing that really bothers me is Chris's mother in law. His wife is handling this so well and so graceful. And then there is her mother, on twitter, attacking Eddie Vedder using words like ''peasant'' and ''gypsy''. I understand grief, lord knows I do, and I understand that anger is often a part of processing that grief but there should be some lines in the sand you shouldn't cross. How Eddie decided to handle his grief is his own problem and if not making a statment is his way of coping that's his business, he's not obligated to say anything. Haven't you heard that line before ''silence speaks volumes''? Turning people against him now, turning the fans against him and the band. That's just completly out of line and disrespectful. Chris wouldn't want any of it. And all that coming from a woman that only used his name to get herself some attention.

Last song he sang on stage was Led Zepp's ''In my time of dying''. ''In my time of dying, I want nobody to mourn. All I want for you to do is take my body home''. To the people that don't seem to understand why people, the fans, mourn an artist...these artists were our shoulder to cry on at some point. They've been our rock, our comfort, our safe haven. They've been our families, our leaders, friends, teachers, role models, heroes. They've been there for us when we felt completly alone, they gave us a hand and picked us up from the ground when things got really rough. They've helped us move on, be stronger, be braver. Artists and musicians inspire us in endless ways and on a daily basis. And most importantly they've been with us through different stages of our lives, maybe we've grew up with them, maybe they were there on our most important days, maybe they were just making us happier in general. We've made so many memories with them, so when they die...a part of us dies too.

Rest In Peace, Chris, you will be missed.

I can't believe that there's one more thing I have to add to this post. And this one really hurts. I learned a while back that I really can't handle someone I love hurting in any kind of way. Then again who can? Who can sit by and watch someone you care about suffering...and suffering in a way that you can't even help them. That is...that is hell. Specially when you can relate, when it's the kinda hell you've once been in so you know just how bad it really is...

Oh baby, my heart was so broken last night when I learned what is going on. I hate, HATE knowing that you're hurting and there is nothing any of us can do to help you. And I think it's very courageous that you told all of us what's happening. You didn't have to but you did, that was very brave. Depression is hell, it can hit everyone and it's so hard to overcome but what really matters is knowing you're not alone. And you're not. Your family, your friends, your fans, we're all here for you, we'll all wait for you to get better because that's the only thing that matters, nothing else but you being alright.

You once helped me when I was at my worst, I wish I could do the same for you now. I love you so much, stay strong, fight this, I know you can. I can't wait to see that big bright smile again, when you're ready that is. I just hope you know that you're so precious to so many people, and so special and so amazing, and so perfect in so many ways. I love you, I love you, I love you, thank you for everything.

Just me and my old blue jeans.

Just to keep things interesting I decided to do something different today. Once again. You figured out by now that I love music right? And art, and art history and regular history. So when all that blends into one I'm probably the happiest person on the planet. Well that was a bit over the top, I never was the happiest person and I probably never will be but you get the general idea right?

Some saturday mornings I manage to get out of bed at a semi normal hour *cough ten am cough* and what's better on such morning then a little arts and culture and such? The source of my happiness this week was a new museum exhibition in our local ''museum of modern history''. I spend quite a lot of time there, they have this permanent exhibition called ''Living in Celje'' which is a tribute to our city, there's this chronological overview of the 20th century history of the city and the people. And my absolute favorite thing the actual street with tiny old shops on the second floor, reconstructed as they once were and you can walk through the street, looking at shop windows, a market and a middle class apartment.

All that aside there's a different exhibition this post is going to be about. A temporary one. They have plenty of those, out of which I basically saw all. This one is called ''Jeans generation'' popular culture of this town from jeans to cellphones. It's a variety of objects popular with basically everyone since the 50's and up to today. It's not just things though, it's also a story of what life was like here, what growing up was like here. And of course this relationship with the popculture and it's movments, and ties to what was going on in the world at the time.

This is what it says at the begining;

Dear visitor,

if you are wearing a piece of denim or if you carry a cell phone, then a tour of this exhibition will go beyond being a mere journey from the first pair of jeans to your mobile phone; rather, you will become a part of the show as you actively contribute to it and continiue the story of Celje's popular culture. In a way, you will be the show. As you will soon find, this is not only an exhibition about Celje's popular culture, but also an exhibition about you, your experiences, your music, your favorite piece of clothing, your favorite book and film, perhaps your first and maybe even the last app downloaded to your smartphone. This is an exhibition about the past and the present, and about a variety of topics intertwining and completing each other to create an all embracing story about the popular culture of Celje.

P.S.: Photos, selfies, use of social networks, commenting, likes etc. are allowed at this exhibition.

WI-FI IS AVAILABLE - BUT WE STILL ENCOURAGE YOU TO TALK TO EACH OTHER INSTEAD. ;)

That last one made me giggle. Hah. Now back to the point, I really loved it, not just because it's so me it made me feel like I should stand in a corner as part of the exhibition but also because it was amazing seeing all the old tickets for music festivals, some long gone but some that are still going on today which I'm now a part of as well. And it was also a nice memory of things we all miss, such as this really great club, it was called ''Kljub'' which is a brilliant name because not only it means ''club'' in our language but also because it's shortened of the word ''kljubovati'' which means to oppose or to defy. It was opened in 1965 for a short period of time my grandmother worked there as an event planner. Who would of thought? During the 80's and later it was transformed into this place of socializing and just a get away of a sorts for all kinds of creativity and different alternative cultures. It was unfortunally closed down in 2005. Tragic day that was I tell you...

I really enjoyed the exhibition, it's a perfect blend of the old and new, funny how some things come back and some never leave they just...adapt to modern times...here are some pictures, enjoy,...

P.S. Should I worry that the outfit on that second picture might as well be stolen from my own closet?

The exhibition is located in Museum of modern history in Celje, Slovenia and will be open until September 2017. If you're around come check it out.

If I had a dollar for each time a baby boomer complains about the millennials I could buy a house in the economy they ruined.

You know what really bothers me these days? I know I know, you don't want to hear about the millionth thing that bothers me but you will anyways. The god damn baby boom generation. I mean not all of them but most of them. All the talk about millennials. Millennials this millennials that...

Warning: quite a lot of swear words ahead. I'm upset, let me be.

You know what's funny, we, the millennials are a generation of kids who were told all our lives that failure is not an option. How are you supposed to develope the skills you need to deal with your own emotions after you do lose? Because let's face it life is not all sunshine and rainbows. And secondly nobody ever tells you how to deal with the amount of pressure we've been subjected to through our entire lives. Social preassures such as terrorist attacks, recessions, all this talk of war, tension here tension there, all the racism, homophobia, all the hate. And all that mixed with the pressure of schooling, did you know that students these days are subjected to the same stress as people in mental hospitals in the 50's? Am I the only one who thinks that's insane? Not to mention the social pressure of going to college or worse not going to college when once you think about it isn't even a realistic or worthwile investment no more. Schools are expensive as hell, and once you're done with them then what? If you're lucky you get a job. IF you're lucky. But it's not a job you'd want, it's not a job you'd be passionate about, a job you'd love. And you know what? You have to take it anyways because who the fuck cares about ambitions and wishes and goals and dreams...that's so passe isn't it? And the worst part? Despite having a crap job that you hate you have it just to survive. And you still can't. I find it insane that kids these days don't dream of crazy things but actual financial security, a job they wouldn't hate, a small place of their own. I can't stand the fact that these things that are just basic needs are becoming dreams.

I have this feeling that our lives are a different type of monopoly, the kind where you're just walking around paying but never buying anything because you can't afford shit.

I can't stand the constant accusations of being lazy when you miss out on one of many things expected of us. Or an idiot when you want a job that will actually challenge you and help you grow instead of slowly killing you inside. I don't understand what's so bad about wanting to try out different things, about not wanting to stay in one place for too long. In wanting to grow and change and just live.

So maybe all these older generations are better then us, they're not ''lazy'', they're not a snowflake that needs a safe space because words hurt *idiots*. But you know what? You're also better at being homophobic, sexist, racist, and in creating the worst and I do mean the worst job and housing market this world has ever seen then dumping it all on us, telling us we're the ones who fucked up the economy we never even touched. And despite everything you have the nerve to call us sefish, selfcentered, entitled, narcissistic and lazy while we're the ones struggling with school and jobs at the same time and struggling to live a normal adult life that we can't even afford. And doing things at the side we actually care about. So yes maybe we won't do better and maybe you are better then us but christ we sure as hell can't do worse.

Oh right ''You kids don't know how hard we had it! Everyone had to use the Library to get information and we didn't have cell phones!'' and most of my generation suffers from depresion and wants to die, but you're right, not having cell phones and google is far worse…my bad.

The thing is of course we want more from our lives, we were told all our lives, just go to college and you'll get a great job. Well guess fucking what? College and thousands of dollars of debt later there are no jobs. 2 or 3 minimum wage jobs still not being able to survive is disgusting.

''Why not get a better job instead?'' Oh I don't know, why don't people that are drowning just breathe more?

''Get a part time job to pay off your student debt'' You can't pay off you student debt all your life with a full time job these days.

''Millennials are so entitled'' Because nothing screams entitled more then interns with degrees working for free.

''You are too sensitive, do you need a safe space?'' Says someone who can't hear a swear word or god forbid see a nipple.

So you're saying that teenagers are too young to know their sexual orientation or whether or not they’re in love but they are old enough to vote and to be deciding what career and degree and life they want to have forever. How very convenient isn't it?

I honestly don't even understand being called selfish? I mean honestly how are we selfish, greedy, self entitled? If you go around asking any of my friends what they really want, all they'd say is a tiny apartment, a job that pays enough so I can at least buy food and a dog or a cat but only if I can feed them. How is that greedy?!

I don't understand all this talk about young people being rude and horrible. Have you ever seen an older person at a restaurant? Or at the store? They throw a tantrum for every single petty little thing. I get told to shut up and sit down because homophobia offends me while these people were offended having to drink from the same water fountain as a black person. Are.you.kidding.me?! we get called a ''snowflake'' for protesting against and for things that matter but they write a ten page review for a restaurant because they had to wait 10 minutes longer to get their food. Oh my god.

The whole ''you'll see what it's really like when you get out in the real world''. Bitch where the fuck do you think I was up till now? Hogwarts?

Here's a lovely thought, a millenial takes too many selfies in one day spamming up their facebook account but a baby boomer manages to destroy, British, global and continental economy all in one day. But please do tell me how taking selfies is such a crime. You know what really sets me off? They already fucked up the world we are forced to live in but they still continiue to do so. They're the ones ruining the countries, fucking up the politics and economy, making terrible decisions that not only they but us as well have to live with.

So help me god if I hear another ''when I was your age I was married with kids and had my own house, no reason you can't do that too''. Now sit down and shut up Susan and listen to me. 40 years of exponential inflation. You know what that means? It means that a young let's say 20 something couple with low or middle income jobs could buy a house for 30 000 which would now cost 600 000. Expecting our generations to do same as you did is not only ridiculous but also completly ignorant. Our hard work and money doesn't give us half the things it gave you, 7 dollars used to have the same buying power that 50 dollars have today. Living expences are going up and wages stay the same. Rent is 50% of the minimal wage. Student loans for colleges and jobs we don't even get. Health care aparently is no longer a right but a privilege. How the fuck do you expect us to move out, buy a house, buy a car, have children, save money?!

Here's a few facts for you;

Millennials Are the Most Educated, Worst Paid Generation.

The good news: millennials are the savviest, best-educated generation to date. The bad news: They're also earning less than ever. The averaged earnings of adults ages 18-34 between 2009 and 2013—$33,880—is the lowest since 1980

-New York Times

Part of the problem, of course, is the slow economy, high unemployment, stagnant wages, and crushing student loan debt that most millennials shoulder. The other part of the problem is the Baby Boomers. The children of the greatest generation, but also be the most irresponsible generation.

Life is just peachy isn't it?

Now my final words to all my fellow millennials. Life is hell I know, there's been more ups then downs. But there are some things they don't want you to know that you need to know. Things such as how our generation is actually much larger then the baby boomers. They know that if we turned towards a political reform we could change the world. They want us to be stagnant on stupid tv shows and dumb music. They want to cut down our education and feed us brain candy instead. It's a lot easier to raise sheep then revolutionaries right? They intentionally took away our music and gave us MTV's top 50 pop charts that are just about the dumbest thing out there. They took away our art and started force feeding us all these dumb reality shows, all in the hopes that we'd sit quietly and patiently and let them run the world. Or should I say ruin the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Now my question is, are we really going to stand by and let this happen? Watch it happen? Or are we going to give them hell?

P.S. to the few baby boomers that understand, and are not ignorant like the rest of the world. Thank you, I appreciate you, if only there were more of you.

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S tabo je tako preprosto, enostavno in zabavno. Si ljubezen ki kar traja, si ljubezen ki ostaja. Je lepo ko je življenje potovanje, je lepo ker ti presegaš moje sanje.

Vidim nebo ti si del neba, slišim srce si del srca, nisi premalo nisi preveč, ti si pač ti in to je več. Vidim nebo ti si del neba, slišim srce si del srca, nisi premalo nisi preveč ti si pač ti in to je nekaj več.

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