Who Am I—67 deep, 17 controversial, and 62 nice! He’s the quiet, introspective one in the group, yet somehow he's the engine behind all that creativity. A little bit of a genius, a little bit of a recluse. It's a pretty killer combo if you ask me.
Look, it's not like I'm some massive Radiohead fanatic or anything, but at least I'm paying attention, right? (I think I am. Hopefully I haven't missed anything major, haha!)
ya:raan said:I'd honestly rather subject myself to the mental torture of reading Angel Jurkas' lyrics.
Man, talk about pure masochism. The VIP Music scene has really taken off with this new crew.😁
On a side note—and I might be wrong here—but lately, it feels like when people write about music, they care way more about everything else *except* the actual music.
Kenneth Collins8 said:...I guess someone promised to send Batinović to the Hague for journalistic crimes against humanity...😂
If we're talking about Batinović—remember me from that hotel in New York City?—then Arsen Im probably gets his visa to the Hague too. It’s one of those lingering questions that keeps Oremović on his toes. 😬
Look, whatever it costs, it costs.😍 By the way, the last concert in Chicago was back in '97. I was somewhere in the third row on the left.🙂
Whenever women start listing off their endless requirements and standards, I can’t help but think of that classic scene from *Arrested Development* where Lindsay shouts, "Why can't I just have a normal boyfriend?" and her mom—who was totally eavesdropping from behind a door she wasn't even supposed to be near—just replies, "Honey, those don't exist."
I thought the first part held up well enough, but honestly, it should have just ended with a sinking ship. Everything after that felt like a total slog. I won't go as far as saying it was terrible, but it definitely wasn't a smooth ride.
Kevin Chavez3 said:There’s nothing quite as bad as bad rock music. 🙂
Fair enough. I'll try to keep that in mind for the next time I find myself stuck at some random wedding, being tapped on the shoulder by some uncle shouting, "Come on, kid, get up and join the conga line!" while I'm just sitting there praying I don't trip over my own feet. Perspective is everything, I guess.
Look, I see everyone here tends to jump down the throats of critics, so I’m going to step in and defend the guy mentioned above—not because I want to debate his character, but strictly based on his work. Honestly, when I read a review by Dragaš, I can get a pretty accurate sense of whether an album will actually click with me or what the general vibe sounds like (which is exactly what reviews are for, right?). Even if I’ve never heard of the band before, his writing helps me discover musicians I genuinely end up loving. It’s a far cry from certain other critics out there who write pieces that leave you wondering if they even bothered to press play on the album in the first place. The fact that he doesn't immediately tear everything down—even things that might not be perfect—is probably because he chooses to give more credit to rising local talents who aren't just playing cheesy pop or radio filler. And honestly? I’m all for that. Regarding the LP - schizo 👍
I think we all act like a bit of an energy vampire from time to time. We all lean on others; it’s just part of being human. We all need that recharge. But there's a massive difference between people who give back and those who just take. To me, the ones who constantly drain you without ever offering anything in return? Those are the true vampires. I make it a point to stay far away from them. Especially right now.