Un concert mult asteptat

E vorba despre The Mono Jacks.

Vineri, 11 februarie, trupa isi va lansa albumul de debut, intitulat „Now In Stereo”,  in clubul Setup. Concertul va incepe la ora 22.00. Din cate am inteles, intrarea va fi 15 lei sau 30 cu albumul inclus.

Ne vedem pe-acolo… :)

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Aseara am fost la concertul celor de la Luna Amara. A fost un concert aniversar, au sarbatorit 10 ani de existenta. Va zic sincer, a fost unul dintre cele mai ” simtitoare” concerte la care am fost pana acum. Si credeti-ma, am fost la cateva… :)
In deschidere a cantat Alternativ Quartet, o trupa de care habar n-aveam dar care m-a lasat muta. Canta un alternativ-psihedelic-progresiv si ce pot face copiii aia cu ghitarile… te hipnotizeaza pur si simplu.
Si-au lansat si albumul, a fost la vanzare, dar eu am ales sa-mi iau cartea lui Mihnea, Playlist (pentru sfarsitul lumii).

Combinatie de muzica si carte. Ce-ti poti dori mai mult pentru o zi de week-end?

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They even looked at each other once across a crowded bar
He was with Martha, she was with Tom
Neither of them really knew what was going on
Strange feeling of never
Heartbeats becoming synchronized
and staying that way forever

Most of the time it was just near misses
Air kisses, once at a bookstore, once at a party
She came in as he was leaving
And years ago at the movies, she sat behind him
A 6:30 showing of ‘While You Were Sleeping’
He never once looked around

It’s so easy from above
You can really see it all
People who belong together
Lost and sad and small
But there’s nothing to be done for them
It doesn’t work that way
Sure we all have soulmates but we walk past them every day, oh no

And it’s not like they were ever actually unhappy in the lives they lived
He married Martha, she married Tom
Just this vague notion that something was wrong
A naked absence, a phantom limb
An itch that could never be scratched

Neither of them knew what was going on
A strange feeling of never
Heartbeats becoming synchronized
And staying that way forever

Who knows whether that’s how it should be
Maybe our ghosts live in that vacancy

Maybe that’s how books get written
Maybe that’s why songs get sung
Maybe we owe the unlucky ones

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Friday mood

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November mood

The National-  Mr. November

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