Rockin London through a keyhole- @ MTV Brand New

 That was my first time to attend MTV Brand New, moreover, it was my first time to attend anything of its' kind. I have never seen it even on a TV. And I have to admit, I was expecting something like Eurovision style cheesy poshness and everything which can be too much than it can. Enough to say, it was good. It was simply a good concert with all the qualities of  a good British event. It was casual, friendly and relaxed. As a main conclusion I can say that MTV Brand New filled me with positive vibes and good spirit for long.

 I was thinking about this post for long. This time it's not only that I am a terrible reviewer, it's also something which was buzzing for the whole day on top of my head. I repeat it on and on that I am not a journalist, and this is exactly the moment to say it again. I cannot just simply move from one story to another. Life is not a story no matter how much would we like it, and I refuse, no matter how unrealistic is that, to live for a story. While I was writing a review from a concert, today Amanda Knox and Raffaele Sollecito were waiting for their verdict and in Ukraine people were fighting for what I myself used to believe. Can I still write it now? Yes I can. But being greatful, to be there yesterday, to be here today. Because our stories go all together and this is beautiful. That so many things can happen in the same minute, all just as important, because they are always personal. Always meaningful.
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 Yesterday in Islington three of young talents had raised on the stage like stars. Beautiful voices and a great performance. I will still be myself and with a sadness of my heart point out a bad education of some of the members of the audience. While George Ezra was singing, I could hear a constant whisper of discussions and some of the faces were even turned back to him. He still delivered though an excellent performance with his absolutely inspiring voice and I thought he has something from Elvis Presley. Maybe one day he will be a legend and all these talkative creatures will be ashamed thinking that during his concert they were talking about the last party at Frank's place. At least this is what I wish them all.

 Now I will move to Katy B, not because she's next in the line, but because I have a problem with that girl. She has exactly the kind of voice I love, feminine, soft but strong. I just don't like this kind of music. I didn't feel like getting excited over this cheap disco rhythm and the two dancers on stage were really irrelevant. That's my humble opinion. I also don't get why on earth did she get more time than other performers. I guess there had to be some good reason behind it.

 So I will switch to Ella, as I was there for her plus I owe her that (thank you, thank you!) I was happy to go to her concert. But now I want to go to all of her concert even if they are in Japan. And you will want it too if you ever see one. 
I had an impression that no matter how good were George Ezra and Katy B, it didn't come to them as naturally to shake the crowd. Ella has it. Because she's Amy Winehouse, Billie Holliday and Charles Bukowski all together. She's mesmerizing.

 I falled in love with Ella on one busy morning in an outlet shop. I was wandering around the hangers sleepy after a busy writing night and all of a sudden I heard a song releasing itself slowly from the speakers. Enough to say that it was one of the first pop songs that I liked since probably the ice age. There was something magical in her voice (and I am not a huge fan of these strong, loud and low voices). I googled the song just as I came back home and this is how I begin my love story. My first idol story.
 As a kid I was never into idols (unless it was Paolo Maldini) as they all seemed boring and overrated. With the age I came to appreciate a fame which comes for a reason- somebody is extremely good in what they do and after pursuing it, they get appreciated. Like my dad (in that case the appreciation hasn't come yet). Bulhakov's Margaret had a passion to people who whatever they do, they do this with perfection. That line crossed my mind on yesterday's night.