As a person, I'd label myself a "fun-loving dirt bag" all in all. That doesn't necessarily mean I feel particularly comfortable when not having showered for days, yet it occasionally happens when being on tour with a punk rock band. And the "fun" aspect of that definitely outweighs the hygienic one in most cases. (Hey, at least you may still brush your teeth at weigh stations and clean yourself a little with baby wipes in between shows) :)
For the majority of the day my head is filled with music. I'd see it as a
universal language with little to no room for potential misinterpretation (as
it might occur when two individuals engage in chatting online e.g). Even
allegedly simple things such as chord progressions on the guitar could get me
in a melancholic, contemplative mood, but also fuel my enthusiasm in order to
face certain challenges of life. (Like focusing on university tasks) All this
happens without me even hearing the lyrics, which eventually just add to the whole
picture by giving the song a more distinctive meaning.
Moreover, I'd consider myself to be blessed with a very bad sense
of humor (graphic, immature, but hopefully not as offending and annoying
as I see it myself at times), tendencies of martyrdom and a big potty
mouth. Even so, I also try to be considerate when it comes down a
serious dialogue or debate, since I'm really interested in communication
between people.
So please feel
free to leave comments about my posts and call me on my shit. I will
most definitely call you on yours too if I strongly disagree with your
opinion.
I've attached some pictures from a UK tour I've participated in two weeks ago as well as a song by the amazing Ani DiFranco here in order to give an overall impression of "who I am, what I do and what I say. If you like it, let me be. If you don't, please do the same" :)
Cheers and beers! (Photo: (C) Irena Udovič from the Slovenian DIY network/record label Giljotina)
