SPU

2 Marias.
Always a problem.

M.

L'ÉTÉ

Now, let us all wink at this image, please.

the rightest bit of wrong

 



As long as there is the sea. The beautiful, beautiful, unforgettable, indescribable, beautiful sea.
As long as there is sauce to talk about. Plenty of sauce.
As long as we have our health.
As long as we will not say “no” to everything the universe has got to offer.
As long as there is all this, it simply must be okay.



As long as there are iced coffees down by the harbour.
As long as there is someone to talk to.
As long as the summers will come again.
As long as there are books, and music.
As long as there's sand in your shoes and a map.
As long as there champagne and skinny dips.
As long as there is CHANCE, for whatever.
As long as there is room to breath and room to change.
As long as there are roots.
As long as there is strength to keep feeling.

The Devil (still) does not play fair.
But if we take a chance every now and then, we might throw him off. M.

hello, hat

I am now the proud owner of a summery trilby.

I have already decided this is going to vastly improve my life.

I got a good concert offer today, for the 1st of August, but I'll be on holiday, in Croatia. And I mean, it's a good offer (if we consider all things future perspective related). 

Now then.
The thing is.
I work too hard. Not necessarily even work too hard, but I think about work, too hard. I know it's not really the "right thing to say", because working hard is the one and only way and blah blah blah. But surely life is not really about working yourself sick but actually having a good time with the whole being alive thing and everything.

So now I'm struggling. I would love to be around for this gig, which is fine. But to feel like I've made a mistake going on holiday and I should just be free at all times, by default, just in case something pops up?
Now that's just sick.

So my project now is to stop this utter stupidity. If this would be someone I know, a friend person, I know what I would say. I'd say - ... (I'm really trying here)- You deserve a holiday, you have worked hard, in fact you have done NOTHING apart from working in July. So it's about time you have a holiday, because the next season is about to begin. And if you got this offer now, another one will follow. You don't know when, but it will. Just give them your availabilities - which I did - and it will go from there. The fact that you're a singer won't change. So the fact that you'll be on holiday instead of working on the 1st of August will not change a thing. You will miss ONE opportunity, which does not equal your career or anything else.
It's great I like what I do and I'd like to do more of it, but I think I should SHUT IT. And have a good time with my frikkin trilby.

Tra-la-la.M.

Got this off Martin Saar's Twitter.

buena vista

Elämä on laiffi. Those who don't know or understand this saying, if you have a spare second, google it.

Disclaimer; written in retrospective. This is a fairly meaningless post. Because my head is jumbled.



It's sunny today. And we're singing outside. It kinda feels like I made a deal with the Devil or something, because every time we're outdoors the clouds leave. Just leave. Go home. I love it. A good outdoor concert is just so good. (Another disclaimer. Considering Estonian weather, this truly is not much short of a miracle.)

Gentlemen, HVAR AWAITS!
I'm leaving for Helsinki in a week, to fly to Split on Monday. The weather forecast awaits below. (Disclaimer #3; I seem to be very fond of the word "awaits".)

So. The other day I baked blueberry tartlets.

Baking. fixes. everything.
At least with me. I like how precise it is, and of course, the outcome. I'll post some pictures of said tartlets later. They looked fit.

So.
Whoever you are, and if and when you happen to read this post,
All I can say to end it is,

the Devil still doesn't play fair, M.