A night in Cvetličarna

OK. So, a lot has happened since my last post... The most recent of events was a concert I witnessed on Saturday. The right company can make the night, let me tell you. It was basically all my concert buddies in one place. Cvetlicarna. But that isn't saying the event itself wasn't all it was made up to be.

I hadn't been to Cvetlicarna since its reopening. First glance, it's not all that different. The stage, the bars and the VIP section are all bigger. I haven't yet decided about the sound because of the closeness I felt to the bar and my 3,5€ gin and tonic. Plus, I didn't want to repeat my Mudhoney experience of being front row mosh pit centre, but that's another story. The sound was very decent in the middle back, though.

Morso did a really great job warming everyone up and exceeded my expectation. Over their rock core came their indie, almost ArcadeFireian (my blog, my words), harmonies in the bridging shouts, ooohs and aaaahs. The music weighed out their matching outfits, that looked a bit silly in the "Dubioza kolektiv" colours or, to use a more widespread reference, the colours of a big fat bumblebee.

And then came Mr. Urban himself. Remarkably, not many references popped in my head. His voice is his own, there's none like it. The melos and the edge have never gone better together and the lyrics have that honest dedication to them that is nearly creepy and stalking but not quite. I love his honesty and that's exactly what it sounded like.

I left feeling energized and happy. Than again it could have been the gin and tonic...