Bye-bye RoseLand..

Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm just missing out everything legendary. Precisely when I find out about something old and interesting enough to be considered as one, either it's at its final steps or about to close or retiring or whatever. The point is - I miss it. What makes it more difficult is that usually this place/artist at the time of discovery is already unreachable so I have no chance to actually get there before the moment X. And it's sad, at least I think so. Well, some can say that stuff still exists in memories and recordings but c'mon, in order to have memory of it, first I have to get there, no? Oh, by the way, I've discovered that my blog has some audience in US. If you'll read this one and will get to NYC, visit the Ballroom. Just do it. Ok? Thanks, I count on You.
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In my opinion, not everything can be understood in only one way. No, wait. Most things can't be. But some less than the others. And for me there was always one world where I think, everyone can feel just as free as they want to be, because nobody can tell them they are wrong unless they really are insulting someone else. I speak of art. Yees, it sounds like a cliche, but it also should sound like one, since I'm not the only one to think like that, which makes me feel that I'm right. When in my mind I'm painting a picture of a situation, I think of it as a piece of artistic interpretation, not a realistic bullshit. When I describe a situation I try to say it out with all the flavours it had, because words can be sometimes like colours on your palette of mind. It's up to you to choose the technique, the style and the characters you put on the canvas and also on the future projections. It's not a mirroring of the reality but instead I'd dare to say that this in some ways is the reality. If not, then what is the reality? Imagination of some freakshow? Illusion of the Mani-bowers? Delirium? Please, No.