After the lights went up again, we got a grip, got our shit together, gathered our pleasantly bruised senses, and – what are you gonna do – we started thinking again.

So, what makes a true rockstar? At that particular moment, all we knew was that we had just been looking at one hell of a one. Read more

When you travel down the Croatian coastline from Zagreb to Šibenik, your jaw keeps bumping on the bus floor for pretty much the whole 4-hour-long trip. Driving along the white hills with their sparse trees, you pass hundreds upon hundreds of small islands, dipped in the clear blue waters of the Adriatic Sea. Read more

We couldn’t wait for LP’s Summer Tour, we really couldn’t. When this kind of live performer tours on an album which is this brilliant, you just count the days. And we also felt that it may be our very last opportunity to hear LP play the majority of her Lost On You songs during one set. Read more

A year is such a long time, and yet so short, no more than a moment. But in LP’s career, it’s forever, and we understood that right after we played ourselves the Lido show today. We only wanted to watch it to structure our story, yet it turned out that it wouldn’t be any of those “song-by-song” concert stories. It’s a story about evolution instead. Read more

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’s DREAM IN GARDONE RIVIERA

Oh, you Italians! You are one of a kind. We don’t always follow your complicated way of narrating a story or giving directions, and you embarrass us with your amused gaze when we order our cappuccino in the afternoon. Read more

For the last few months, we have been repeating that “Muddy Waters” is oh-so-great choice for the opening song for zillions of reasons, including the suspicious procedure of casting the spell and entrancing the audience. Well, this is all true, but in London LP made us blush as we realized that it’s not about “Muddy Waters” as such, and it never has been, it’s simply about herself. Read more

SHE RAISED THE SKY OF OŚWIĘCIM

Knock, knock, knock! Guests are there!
Gate, open up to welcome them!

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When you are an adult (for a longer while) and you’re already done with your teenage-twenties rock’n’roll days, and your favorite entertainment becomes to hang out at home, it takes something really big, closer to an atomic bomb, to make you get up, pack your suitcase, and wander around Europe in the airport-hotel-club-bar-hotel-airport-club-bar mode for a month. Read more

LP’s tour-opening show in Stockholm, we watched from the front row. For the tour-closing concert, we chose quite the opposite perspective: the top-most balcony with a perfect view of the entire stage. No close ups – true. No eye contact – true again. No chance to see any of those delightful details – alas. But this time we came for the full picture, with no distractions. Read more

THE TENSION AND THE SPARK

The front row is the worst. You can hear nothing, you can see nothing, everything is too close and too intense, you notice mostly the tiny details and miss the full picture, and what you get left with in the end are not clear memories, just ethereal impressions. Read more