Blues v moji glavi

28. 5. 2018
by darjin01
Nedelja je počasi, v zadnji izdihljajih, kinkala v pozen, shlajen pomladni večer. Popoldanska nevihta je s seboj odplaknila soparo in napetost popoldneva. Polna vtisov sem sedla za computer. Od petka mi je ostajal dolg. Fotografije koncerta, ki se je zavlekel globoko v noč in s katerega sem, pred koncem, odšla domov z mislijo, da ne maram predolgih koncertov, ker mi ne pustijo okusa po še. »Fotografije bom izbrala in uredila v nedeljo zvečer«, sem si rekla. In tu je bil ta večer. Nastavila sem si njegovo playlisto. The best of. Vedno se zapodim med fotografije z ustrezno glasbeno podlago. Zdi se mi, da se tako vrnem v tisto koncertno vzdušje. Zdi se mi, da tako bolj začutim vzdušje. Bolje izberem. In v nekem trenutku sem se zalotila, da se mi pogled megli. Da je vse postalo neostro in da je moj obraz moker od solz. »Ne lomite mi bagrenje,  pod njima sam je ljubio…  Bosonogu i odbeglu od sna.” Ujeta sem se znašla med zvoke klavirja, čela, basa, tamburic in nekih starih, grenkih čustev. Ker takšna glasba ne more nastati zgolj izpod prstov nekoga veščega zlaganja besed. Takšne besede imajo težo zgodnje pomladanskega snega, ki lomi nežne veje dreves. In […]
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Beseda ali nekaj več o idolih…

13. 4. 2018
by darjin01
Kdo je tvoj idol? Kdo ti zamaje tla pod nogami, ko zapoje tvojo najljubšo pesem ali šepeta nesojeni ljubezni v televizijski nadaljevanki? Kdo je tisti, ki bi ga zaščitila pred vsemi grdobijami, ki jih počnejo pokvarjenke v tvoji najljubši tv noveli? Svoj glasbeni okus težko natančno opišem. Težko se kategoriziram v katerokoli glasbeno zvrst. Načeloma vedno pravim, da sem klasik. Ampak med Wagnerjem, Verdijem, Rossinijem, Beethovnom, Mozartom, se najdejo tudi Nickelbacki, Kings of Leon, Eaglesi…. Pa Gibonni, Oliver, nekatere klape in Goran Karan… Roko na srce, glasbo delim samo na kakovostno in nekakovostno. In konec koncev v pravem trenutku in pod pravimi zvezdami se nade v mojem glasbenem repertoarju še kaj drugega. Kot naprimer, ko sem po neki prebedeni noči z razbolelo glavo ugotavljala od kje mi tak račun na iTunesih in ugotovila, da sem prejšnjo noč bila DJ in da se je na mojem telefonu čudežno znašel tudi Mile Kitič, pa Modrijani in Mladi dolenjci… Med ostalim. Skratka, lahko mirno rečem, da imam izredno širok glasbeni nabor všečnih stvaritev. Poslušam kar mi v nekem trenutku sede. In v resnici ni lepšega od vožnje nekje po obalni cesti pri sosedovih in medtem, ko sonce prijetno greje in se človek počuti kar […]
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DOCTOR ZHIVAGO

10. 11. 2016
by darjin01
Doctor Zhivago, one of the most beautiful and touching love stories in the world of art, is a famous novel by the Russian writer Boris Pasternak, for which he was awarded a Nobel Prize for Literature in 1958. In his outstandingly personal and philosophical story the author also contemplates on different aspects of system and the impact of the Revolution on humans and their social devaluation – the themes that were of course rather inconvenient for the authorities in the then Soviet Union. Therefore, in the face of great pressure put upon him, the writer had to renounce the prestigious prize.  After that his Doctor Zhivago remained rather unwonted at home, where the novel only re-established its true value after the social changes that occurred in the 1990’s. In the meantime, the novel became a huge success in the West, where it was translated into many languages. Particularly exposed in the novel’s renowned British-American film version, directed by David Lean in 1965, was an intimate story about the romance between Doctor Zhivago and Lara, which, after enthralling the audience and the film world alike (and receiving six Oscars and five Golden Globes), became a cult classic. Due to the fact […]
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THE MARRIAGE OF FIGARO

2. 11. 2016
by darjin01
La folle journée ou le mariage de Figaro (1784) is an outstanding literary material, conceived by the master Pierre Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais (1732–1799), which was a genuine dynamite for the ruling regime of its time as well. Not only was Beaumarchais the first writer to become rich thanks to a successful literary work, but he also turned its theatre premiere into an extraordinarily memorable event, attracting large number of audiences. Figaro grew into a harbinger of the impending social changes, which later resulted in what was referred to as the French Revolution, so that eventually even Napoleon himself described this work as a »revolution in action«. At that time the performances, based on such literary materials, were strictly forbidden, although they were allowed to be published by the Emperor. This is how Lorenzo da Ponte (1749–1838), the librettist of the opera, composed by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756–1791), was granted a permission to its creation as long as it did not contain anything that could damage the reputation of the theatre, operating under the patronage of his Majesty. Luckily enough, Mozart, who had no political interests, was rather than by its related content note more attracted by its perfected story […]
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Kult posvečen Leonardu Cohenu

11. 11. 2015
by darjin01
Ta zapis je moj globok poklon gospodu, ki je toliko let zapeljeval množice. Bil je tako blizu poslušalcu, a hkrati tako odmaknjenem od sveta, da je deloval skoraj nezemeljsko s svojo skrivnostno pojavnostjo. Kot da bi za elegantno obleko, pod temnim klobukom skrival vse temne skrivnosti svojega srca Moj poklon gospodu, ki je s svojimi koncerti ustvarjal vzdušje mešanih občutkov. Nekaj veličastnega in nadčloveškega, da si se v nekem trenutku zbal za usodo svoje duše, saj se je zdelo, da te z vsakim stihom vleče globlje. V nek kult posvečen poetu Leonardu Cohenu. In si nihal med vprašanjem, če gre v njegovih verzih za molitev bogu ali hudiču.  Njegovi koncerti so bili tako intimni, da si se bal globoko vdihniti, ker se je zdelo, da bo vsak nepotreben šum prekinil organsko povezanost vseh prisotnih. Tako intimni, da te je v nekem trenutku oblival sram, ker si se počutil, da te je nekdo ravnokar zalotil, kako se ljubiš z njegovimi besedami, razgaljen do bistva, v posvečenem templju. Njegov glas, prepleten z leti prepovedanih strasti, hedonizma, se je toplo zlival po telesu, kot kozarec rdečega vina popitega v intimi poletne noči. Medtem, ko veter kodra zavese sobe obsijane samo s sojem sveč. In, ko je opisoval, skoraj […]
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