Miss misery, miss melancholy... Elliott Smith

"Besides my other numerous circle of acquaintances I have one more intimate confidant – my melancholy. In the midst of my joy, in the midst of my work, he waves to me, calls me to one side, even though physically I stay put. My melancholy is the most faithful mistress I have known; what wonder, then, that I love her in return..."

Soren Kierkegaard

nipplepeople DISCO EPILEPTIK, cover art by CELLA Anita Celić...

ja sam dio društva ono je dio mene moje uho je na srcu svijeta njegovo je sve moje vrijeme kroz sve mjesečeve mjene ja sam mjesečar na prstima s TV mecima u vratu i prsima u unakrsnoj vatri susjednih drami zima je u kaputu u vreći s hrelića u kutu grije se šibicama u hladnim olujnim udarima prazne oči pretvaraju sve u led svako po svome rubu svako po svojoj žici uči na pamet disco hey im always late i hope you care for my upset brain unesco save my planet pain im disco insane i need to disconnect disko epileptic plešem kao degenerik gutam zrak kao fobofobik žvačem te za kraj voda mi ulazi u sjećanje rugaju mi se čimpanze imam timpane umjesto glave i misli udaraju nisko sinapse gore epileptični disko imam samo jedno krilo i vrtim se u krug opet stalno vertigo

Beach house, 2018....

I think being creative and falling in love with things and feeling alive are so important, now more than ever. You don’t get to control how much darkness or light exists in the universe, they’re inherently part of the fabric of everything. But we all need art and dancing and joy. 2017 was a very strange year, but I will always think of it as one of my favorites. We were just working and having fun and experimenting. I see no better way to be spending life on the planet than to be playing with things in your life. You have to do something, and our doing is making music. We’re not politicians, we’re not orators. I don’t think we’re lunatics necessarily...

nipplepeople NIKADA

daj si vremena, smiri misli, ovo su tvoji prsti, tu su i kad ne misliš, sjeti se da zaboraviš, s dvije noge na zemlji, pogled je puno ljepši, onaj koji obećava nikada neće doći, iza svakog nemam vremena, ne želim stoji, i ostavlja te u samoći da brojiš, nećeš me znati nikada, vidim to iz tvojih pitanja, letim u tvom kavezu, hodam na prstima, sačekalo me je sve što sam prešutjela, sve što sam prebacila za sutra

words: nipplepeople

cover photo: Tomislav Krnić

typography: Cella Anita Celić

Love, Nick...

Thank you everyone from Bournemouth, U.K. to Tel Aviv, Israel for making this tour the most extraordinary transformative and communal event. You helped us more than you can know. And thank you all for the beautiful pictures. Quite incredible. You are the new rock ’n’ roll chroniclers. Thank you to crew and the lights and the sound and the management and all the rest for making these massive venues appear intimate and true. And, of course, thank you to the Bad Seeds for their pure unadorned brilliance. Much love to you all and see you next time. I’m going home, having a party, then shutting the door and disappearing for a while!

Much love,

Nick

Tori Amos, The Guardian interview, 2017.

“Listen, we have all heard men being called a certain female body part when they cry. And we all know the real power of that body part; talk about a multitasker! Emotional vulnerability takes bravery. Great male leaders through the ages have understood this.”

FULL INTERVIEW LINK

From the letter to the late husband (Chris Cornell)...

...I’m broken, but I will stand up for you and I will take care of our beautiful babies. I will think of you every minute of every day and I will fight for you. You were right when you said we are soulmates. It has been said that paths that have crossed will cross again, and I know that you will come find me, and I will be here waiting.

I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone in the history of loving and more than anyone ever will.

Always and forever,

Your Vicky

The Love and Terror of Nick Cave, GQ interview, 2017.

“I mean, I was never a depressed person,” he says. “I've always been basically optimistic. I see great beauty in the world. You know, I look around and it's a fucking awesome beautiful place. That's how I've always felt. I'm not saying this is some kind of thing at the moment—I've always looked at the world in that way.… Writing is basically an act of love, and a kind of joyful thing to do. That quickening of the heart that comes when you're onto something. I mean, I get all kind of shaky and stuff like that. It's an immensely positive act, nothing to do with sadness or depression or any of these sorts of things, no matter what you're writing about.”

Feist, NY Times article, (2017)...

...climbing rocks in Central Park, she recalled the “shanty hut” on a raw Canadian island where she spends weeks during the summer, isolated and without electricity.

“Being on that island, I found really concrete poetry,” Feist said, comparing her moods to the storms that passed over the exposed landscape. “I could see it coming, I would experience it, and then it would be gone.”

nipplepeople FRKA

grickam nokte i za tobom žudim htjela bih poprilično da s tobom danas bludim noć je ova tako lijepa a u meni silna zbrka kada krene naša frka otkrila sam travku u šipražju otkrila sam sebe u metežu otkrila sam lice i suzicu otkrila sam ljubav i guzicu slušala sam uobičajene pizdarije pa radije znam pobrojati zvijezde koje se gnijezde gore iznad oblaka što hitro nailaze

originalna izvedba: Zdenka Kovačiček

autor teksta: Slavica Maras

autor glazbe: Kire Mitrev

 cover design: Dalibor Barić 

typography: Anita Celić CELLA