Toni Hoffmann Band

It's more than couple of months now since I decided to create the music section on this blog. However I haven't written a thing yet.
I actually didn't know where to start. But it's about to change so here I go ;)
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Honestly I would be surprised if anyone of you knew the THB before. It's once again connected with my favourite cliche topic - a man with teeth of vampire.
Anyway. This has nothing in common with the teeth nor image of a person or a band. This is a great piece of music which might be more difficult to listen to for an ordinary fan of music, with the best possible meaning of this fact ;)

This kind of music will probably never get into radio stations. With their own lable pop/rock/soul and playful vocal lines it is more music for connoisseurs.

At least this is my point of view.
I find this music extremely inspirational. I really love to listen to this stuff when I draw or write some stuff.
Makes me feel artistic. Eh :D

Now I let them introduce themselves to you in their own way :)

By the way I simply must highlight the minute 7 and my gorgeous R.
A moment for "Aww".
Cliche. As I said.

A Very Compromising Material

There are things which must be posted :D

For example when some former school-mate posts a picture of your platonic love at 

...let's guess... 8 years of age ^^

Meeting Strangers

...and doing quite well I should admit.

The period of meeting new people started at Arlanda Airport in Stockholm in the begining of September in a check-in queue. There I met guys from Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio.
I was like "Wow I know those faces!"
- 3 seconds of thinking like hell to match faces with names and position in our cute wide world -

then came the dilema:
"Take a photo / not to take a photo."

I sent a message to Maj with the same question, accepted the answer:
"Take photos.....  an exclamation mark
Get signatures.......  an exclamation mark
RAPE.........  a huge exclamation mark"

Well. I passed just through the first part.
Seizing opportunities is not one of my best skills. Eh.

But after nice chat with Rose-Marie while waiting for the rest of the ORE crew, hugs from guys and being assured of the greatest matter:
"Well, we should actually come to Prague next year."
... I felt the satisfaction.

Then came the oh-so-much-wanted concert of my beloved R.
If I had thought that seeing him once again live would heal me and wake me up from my absolute dementia... I was wrong.
Pretty much.
In fact everything is getting worse and worse and I am deeply buried in this shit :D

That one and only hug I got assured me that this is the one I want. Strange.
I usually don't like when people touch me. But this was the moment I really didn't want to let him go.
But I will have him anyway.
One day.
I will.

I simply feel I need it.
And when someone needs something he should get it. Otherwise he suffers.
And I suffered long enough.
So why not then?
.....

And in the begining of October my school started and I got new friends, new energy, new things which give me the opportunity to leave the emptiness which occupied my soul just few weeks ago.
It's strange to go from school with wide smile.
And this is what is happening to me right now.
Be jealous!

A Daysleeper?

Strange days...
There is a creature that refuses to leave my head.
The creature is welcome.
And would be more welcome by my side while falling asleep.
I know I know.
Unrealistic.

Certain circumstances have forced me to take a pencil and draw.
Strange days...
It's been more than 3 years I didn't draw a thing.
I feel new possibilities. New ways.
This story is to be continued. In few days I will share the products of what I did not forget.
At least I hope.

And some people will always make me sad and upset.
Strange days...
Those days when you lose your reacquired hopes. Ancestors. Eh.

And that's why I keep this creature in my head and don't let him go away.
Strange days...

A Fool Speaking

There are moments in life when every single one of us can consider himself as a foolish, idealistic and blind human being.
Two days ago I had a dream. This dream totally reassure me of my own foolishness.

It is a matter of teen-aged naive girls to fall in love with a musician they not only know personally but it is more than likely that he will never recognize them.
It is that blind madness together with hopeless hopes and nights of lying while staring at an empty ceiling... Your thoughts run like hell. You ask in your head so many questions beginning with a huge -WHAT IF?-.

However. Since I know how strong is my mind and intuition... I simply cannot give up.
Two years of dreaming of those sharp teeth of my little vampire. Thoughtless walks... listening just and only to his deep voice. Staring again and again at pictures of his smile.
As I said. Foolishness.

But what can I do with my conviction while knowing how much was I so many times right?
And I do believe we belong together.
I got one of my best friends and soulmates ever just because I believed in this possible frienship. For how many years we had known each other until she accepted me? And now she put me among frostdeers and shares with me her own foolish existence.
And it was me who felt we somehow belong together.
And it was not the only case.
So why shouldn't I be right again?

Few times in my damn life I felt alive and in love. But nothing lasted for two years in such an intense shape.
I may be naive. A naive desperate child.
But passionate.
And scared.
And hoping.
Why the hell do my feelings behave like a monster creature living on a roller coaster?