Posts from year 2018
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Way Out West 2018
So here we are again at Way Out West. For each year I’m starting to feel more like the old men Statler and Waldorf in The Muppet Show. I’m getting older and the bands booked are getting a bit less interesting.
The legacy of Bulgaria
There’s something about Bulgaria that doesn’t give a damn what you think. Tucked away in the southeastern folds of Europe, it’s the kind of place that’s been stomped on, fought over and forgotten more times than anyone can count. But it endures. Scrappy, proud, and wonderfully weird.
Tales of Kosovo
There are places the guidebooks skip. Places too complicated, too scarred, too damn real for neat little top-ten lists or instagram filters. Kosovo is one of those places.
Finding tranquility in Ohrid
There are places that demand your attention with neon signs and cheap cocktails. Ohrid isn’t one of them. Compared to the busy streets of Skopje, the lakeside town of Ohrid is a haven of tranquility.
Wind of change in Macedonia
There’s a strange wind that blows through the Balkans. Not the kind that rustles leaves and cools your neck in the heat. This one carries the weight of empires, the smoke of old battles and the stubborn dreams of people who refuse to vanish.
The bunkers of Albania
Albania is a country that’s learned to live with its scars in plain sight. Scattered across the landscape like some twisted dystopian crop are a staggering amount of concrete bunkers, derelict relics of a madman’s obsession. They dot the hillsides, line the beaches and haunt the city parks.
Keeping the Bourdain spirit
The last days have seen a flood of lament over the passing of Anthony Bourdain. He left us two days ago and the world suddenly seemed a bit less interesting.
Summer in Bohemia
Prague doesn’t do subtle. It hits you in the face with drama, drowns you in cheap beer and whispers questionable suggestions in your ear as the Vltava rolls on beneath centuries of blood and poetry. If you’re into beautiful architecture, rowdy crowds and mainstream debauchery, then welcome to the show.
Legacy of the masters in Florence
Some cities keep their best cards close to the chest, being careful not to spill any secrets to visitors. Florence is the complete opposite. This city flaunts its goods like a dancer at the Moulin Rouge.
Impending doom of Venice
Venice has always felt like a dream. A fever dream soaked in salt water and laced with crumbling elegance. A city defying logic, with no roads and no cars, just a tight weave of alleyways clinging to the edge of oblivion. But dreams fade.