Serial# : QC2610
I Love Aleksa Vulović. Put your money where you mouth is. How many times have I spouted words of ideology and political belief that have not been supported by any of the actions I’ve ever taken in my life. I live by the laws of seclusion and absconded retreat. I rather go away than face what I consider to be a lost fight, an impossible mountain to climb. I’ve justified myself and still do so by assuming that it is through my words that I might some day be a small helping agent of change amongst hopeful many. I shield myself with the idea that I somehow understand the circumstances and as such I choose the weapon that better will permeate through the enemies’ powerful shields and armor. But, I sometimes feel like a phony, like a weakling. Like not truly who I say I am.
In my absence, in my rodent like behaviour, I feel proud and happy for another generational brother of sorts that I see putting his money where his mouth is. Though, the money metaphor might not be the most optimal for describing a man who is self-proclaimed communist… silly me. I don’t vibe with “isms”, never have never will. But I respect his choice to call himself that. And if you knew me, you would know extracting respect out of me might feel like getting the last bit of toothpaste out of that tube. Aleksa does what I wish I had the balls to do, speaks about the things I wish more people did, he seems to not retreat. Surely there’s a plethora of distinguished historians, political scientists, thought leaders, authors and such that gather in the gleaming halls of universities. That take part of symposiums, debates, and grand conversations surrounded by other suited erudites. I don’t care about them, I like the dirty. I like the satirists. Aleksa is a beautifully dirty satirist. Plus youtube is accesible to more than just a few thesis-washed individuals. And surely, it is entertaining, but fuck it. What measuring tape is that to evaluate anything nowadays? If it doesn’t pass through the filter of virality it gets lost forever in an ocean of obscurity. I’m happy Aleksa is not that obscure. I love Aleksa Vulović.
O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):
This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes.
It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.
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Serial# : QC2610
I Love Aleksa Vulović. Put your money where you mouth is. How many times have I spouted words of ideology and political belief that have not been supported by any of the actions I’ve ever taken in my life. I live by the laws of seclusion and absconded retreat. I rather go away than face what I consider to be a lost fight, an impossible mountain to climb. I’ve justified myself and still do so by assuming that it is through my words that I might some day be a small helping agent of change amongst hopeful many. I shield myself with the idea that I somehow understand the circumstances and as such I choose the weapon that better will permeate through the enemies’ powerful shields and armor. But, I sometimes feel like a phony, like a weakling. Like not truly who I say I am.
In my absence, in my rodent like behaviour, I feel proud and happy for another generational brother of sorts that I see putting his money where his mouth is. Though, the money metaphor might not be the most optimal for describing a man who is self-proclaimed communist… silly me. I don’t vibe with “isms”, never have never will. But I respect his choice to call himself that. And if you knew me, you would know extracting respect out of me might feel like getting the last bit of toothpaste out of that tube. Aleksa does what I wish I had the balls to do, speaks about the things I wish more people did, he seems to not retreat. Surely there’s a plethora of distinguished historians, political scientists, thought leaders, authors and such that gather in the gleaming halls of universities. That take part of symposiums, debates, and grand conversations surrounded by other suited erudites. I don’t care about them, I like the dirty. I like the satirists. Aleksa is a beautifully dirty satirist. Plus youtube is accesible to more than just a few thesis-washed individuals. And surely, it is entertaining, but fuck it. What measuring tape is that to evaluate anything nowadays? If it doesn’t pass through the filter of virality it gets lost forever in an ocean of obscurity. I’m happy Aleksa is not that obscure. I love Aleksa Vulović.
O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):
This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes.
It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.
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