My New Year’s Eve.

So, it was some 16-17 hours ago, pretty recent, no? To tell you the truth, I didn’t like it. The celebration was really, really awful, even worse than I expected. People were throwing firecrackers and all other kinds of blow-your-hand-up toys around. Plainly put, so many firecrackers went off at once, that the (official, professionally set up, and quite beautiful) firewoks were barely visible from the smoke. Just imagine. I was ready to turn away and go home as my watch was set precisely according to the GMT +1 (and every other one was either late or early), but then the fireworks started, and I just wanted to see if I could see them, so I stood and watched. Well, I could, but it was not so pleasant to close my eyes and cover my ears every single time some piece of shit goes off near me. This was probably the worst new year’s eve I’ve ever expirienced. Or not. Most of the other ones parallel it.

The song with which I entered new 2008 is Mike Oldfield’s “Amarok”. Or Prince’s “1999″. I don’t remember, but I’m pretty sure it’s the first one. So, once again, my album of the day for 1. I 2008. is… (drumroll)

Tracklist:

(Do you really think I’m that much of a  freak to post the ‘tracklist’ to an album which contains only one track that runs for an hour and two seconds and from which its ‘album’ got its name?) (Oh, by the way, the tape and LP releases cut the track in half at some 30 minutes. The LP edition is very rare, I heard. I saw one of those once in Belgrade last summer when I was on an album-shopping spree, but I didn’t buy it ’cause I didn’t have the money to do so.)

I don’t think I even need to explain why this album is so great.  It’s just got this kind of aura, and this fearlessness many works today don’t have. Sure, maybe it didn’t go into unexplored territory, but it’s still a musical adventure. Sadly, I never really find the time to listen to it start-to-end, without any interruption.

I hate firecrackers… (and noise pollution in general)

Seriously, they make me hate festivities. I don’t really know why even people like those things. They hurt both one’s ears and vision. And I especially hate New Year’s Eve. Tons, literally, tons of those little shits go off, and nobody’s there to control it. At least where I live. Really, my idea of a New Year’s Eve would be just a relaxed party. Okay, maybe not, but I certainly wouldn’t wish for any noise or anything. Tsch, one can’t even have a normal celebration these days. People are going mad, and it’s all their fault. On every January the second, every year, newspaper headlines are full of statistics related to little kids blowing their fingers, hands and eyes off off themselves just for fun, along with fires and even deaths caused by the very same ‘noise makers’. Fuck, I can’t even take it anymore – what’s so fun and great about replacing a calendar with another one of the kind? Okay, there most certainly is something fun there, but as much as it is enojyable to celebrate the new year’s coming without pyrotechnics, it is equally unbearable with them.

More generally speaking, I’m not very fond of noise pollution. A little bit of sound from the streets gives a nice atmosphere to the whole place, but it really goes over the edge when every saturday and sunday you have a 50-car long wedding procession chock-full of idiots only intending to make more and more noise by honking in unison while passing through the streets, while people are trying to have a nice, relaxed weekend. And guess what? Nobody’s there to do anything. According to the legislature of this shithole I live in, (it’s called Serbia, but I despise the dysfunctionality and near-anarchy of my own homeland so much, I can’t even bear the load of naming it) there is nothing that limits what those wendals (portmaneau of noun “wedding” and the plural of the noun “vandal”) can do. That means I have to sit down and take it. Take it all. Damn.

Knjaz Milos presents: “Stuff”

I like to ramble alot about little things because they’re so interesting. Sometimes, it’s those very small details that you notice first, and only after you actually see the big picture. Well, doesn’t matter. I’m not even gonna talk about small details in big pictures today. I’ll leave it for some other day, there’s always time.

A new year is coming soon, and I wanna enter it in the best mood possible. I think it’s important, you know. I think it’s very important, not because I believe that the new year’s eve will reflect through the rest of the year, but because I wanna be Mr Party Beast #1. (Okay, that’s a little exaggarated there. Pfft… “Mr Party Beast #1″ — I was always amazed at how silly I could get before I even notice I am…)

You know, one of my favorite albums is Dexter Wansel’s “Life on Mars.” (1973) It’s a definately great album which fell into obscurity, though it really shouldn’t have, as it’s beautiful. In fact, it contains one of my favorite songs – “One Million Miles From the Ground.” You probably won’t know why it’s my favorite until you hear it, but nonetheless, today’s ‘album of the day’ choice is simple:

Tracklist:

Side A

1. A Prophet Named K.G.;
2. Life on Mars;
3. Together Once Again;
4. Stargazer.

Side B

1. One Million Miles From The Ground;
2. You Can Be What you Wanna Be;
3. Theme From the Planets;
4. Rings of Saturn.

The runtime of the album is some 35/36/37 minutes. Never bothered to add it all up precisely.

Also, a new year is coming in some one or two days. The reason why I’m counting days is because I’m finally gonna move from this shithole of a flat I’ve been living in since birth. It’s clean, it’s comfy, and it’s so f-cking tiny, you just can’t imagine it. Actually, you can: Imagine having a lot of bookshrlves in your bedroom, with books falling out every minute – and as soon as you put one book back, another one falls to the floor. Then you got about a quarter-kilometer of cables all around your working desk, which is also chock-full with little gadgets you can’t afford trashing just to get some space. I think it’s that simple to explain. One way or another, I’m moving in 2008, and darn it if it isn’t going to be the best year in my whole life just because of that. I’ve always envied people with more space in their homes that they can fill up. Too bad they don’t really have any respect for a single square inch of what they have, unlike me. I, on the other hand, am a little angel (not).

First post, yay!

I swear, this is the first blog entry I’m typing in my whole darn life. And it feels kinda great to write it. You know, I always wanted to have a little piece of the world only for myself. Not like this page is a part of the actual world, but it’s pretty close. In other news, my winter break’s finally gonna begin tomorrow (28. XII 2007). Can’t wait for both that, and to get some rest from various things that are simply plaguing my poor soul with stress. I didn’t like this week at all. The classes were boring (as in ’shut up and don’t move for 45 minutes’) and I was kicking myself for being one fat (<- literally!) slacker since the school year began and having such awful grades on the end of the first of the two semesters as the main consequence. It’s not like I can’t fix them (in fact, I can do that easily), I just get pissed off and stressed very easily.

In other news, I’ve been enjoying James Brown’s “Hell” album recently. I like the album, I really do, but what really bothers me about it is that nearly every song on the album begins with the sound of the gong. Not that it’s unbearable, but it doesn’t help at identifying tracks quickly.

o yea tihs 2

“Stand!” is good. Really good.

Now I gotta go get some sleep… :\

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