A random burst of uncontrolled thoughts, devoid of processing friction
Football at the level everyone enjoys the most is a profit-driven, corporate-run shitshow that has very little to do with sport, and even less to do with any life lesson worth passing on.
Hello. My obsession with Bear Blog is one year old. Let's blow a candle together.
Band shirts aren't clothes. They're time capsules. This series of articles is an obituary for shirts that were hardest to let go.
I recently added Poda on Facebook. He's the guy who booked POPIK's gig in Novi Sad back in April 2017, and we lost touch after that. I didn't know his full name, so when he popped up in suggestions, I just hit add. This morning, scrolling through my feed, I saw Poda had posted some grim news: Mark Sawickis, guitarist of pioneering goregrinders Impetigo, had passed away. The sadness grabbed me…
After 16 years on Twitter, I finally left. Now I'm chronicling why I'm saying goodbye to platforms I once loved. No regrets, only gratitude
In 2025, we published 45% less articles on our rock'n'roll promoting website. Turns out, it's a good thing.
What happens when a burned-out gamer with a 3000-game backlog and 35+ years of gaming experience uses AI to help him rediscover his passion for pixels? Fucking wonders, that's what. Read on.
Last night, a man named Justin Frankel walked into my living room. He came in uninvited and just slapped me hard.
It's not about the sound anymore. It's about being seen and being a passive part of the circus. The music is just the backdrop for Instagram stories and brand activations.
After Rome and Valencia, Vienna finally pushed me to start writing down Routes Unknown, a running diary of a fat man exploring cities on foot