joi, 9 decembrie 2010

Pink as in Panther :)

My fellow readers,

Here is the right Pink Blog when you think of detaching yourself from harm.

If needed, translate from Romanian, maybe you will get that way a taste of our profound and genuine humor.


Yeah, and roz means pink in Romanian. Just for start...

vineri, 3 decembrie 2010

Seeing about I against I

Something funny for the weekned. Or is it weirdend? :)

Jack is one of my heroes and he was the source of inspiration of today's quote, among many other important things, therefore, the next link is also related to me: need a change :)


The only foe I know

DiMi quotes the day

"Nobody defeats me but me".

Photo by Stef Rentsch, Title by The Original King Julian: A guy and a palace.

"Third Eye" Secret Revealed!

DiMi Technicus meets DiMi Leaks

Mystery Broken!

You might remember the times you sneaked upon me and I was awake. Hard to surprise me, I knoowwww! But you do not know. Yet. The Third Eye Secret.

They did it. Again. Its the first time you know it, but this is another story.

The camera looks ugly, this is a mockery, but this is the truth. Life wise.

The nutty professor put a camera on his head, revealing my secret of knowing every time you mocked me behind my back. I know! You know I know.

Congratulations, Wafaa Bilal! Now, everybody knows our secret! :)

What? What other camera? :"> This is just a piercing, darling :D Ouch!

Keep in touch with the Dutch

Beautiful, clean and simple

Free samples for architects!

There is a saying in Romanian: "One should build his sledge during summertime and his cart during wintertime". So, it is time to think about the re-decoration of your home for Spring break. You have read already all the interior and exterior decoration magazines, we may like an Aluminium house, but you do not think the crisis time is right for it, or maybe you afford it and all you need it's a touch of class inside. As always :)
Let me take you back to your childhood. Or mine, it doesn't really matter this time. I had once a British magazine, containing a picture of an old sailor, having a siren tattoo on his forearm done in a Dutch Delft Tiles style. Now you see what I mean? Now I am getting also graphic to you, get it? :)

You can chose your favorite model. If you are an architect, you can get free samples! I can imagine a lot of Roamanians (yes, it is spelled correctly in my humble opinion and own concept) writing to the Dutch company and asking for free samples, pretending they are architects :)) Yes, they do that. Especially if the delivery is world wide!

Now, I let you enjoy your plans about kitchen, basements, panic rooms or whatever wall you want to put this on. Or skin, it's a nice tattoo idea, don't you think?

What's my favorite model? Blue :)

joi, 4 noiembrie 2010

Hold On, Be Strong - DiMipsycho

There is a trend for some years now, in the new millennium, setting that people are cooler and more interesting if they refer to their relationships as "complicated". Now, how stupid is that?

In life, things should be simple in order to live happily ever after, together, forever. Why should anybody want to complicate anything at all? People tend to aspire to be sophisticated, so this is the misunderstanding in their subconscious, in the first place. Keep it simple. Jack Trout conquered the whole modern and capitalist world on this principle. Is that enough reference for you?

Why do people need to be perceived as complicated entities? Aren't life, love and death already complicated as they are? Me, as a complicated (the result as to be subject of complication) man, I tell you that you don't need complications, unless we talk about horology or fashion. In the first place, everything on your watch or clock there is more than seconds, minutes and hours is a complication. You see, days and dates are already a complication, starting with time dimension.

The only statement that I find to be a piece of art is in the movie The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, where Dorian Gray, played by Stuart Townsend, replies to enemies amazed by his indestructibility: "I am complicated!"

You want to have a hint of what complication really means? Complication is where:

- you think you found the love of your life but you cannot help to screw around with other women;
- you think you show her all your love but the only things she can think of you is that you are irresponsible and extremely lazy and most of all that you cannot change;
- you make plans but all goes the hell away in a twisted moment of fate that lasts only a blink of your petrified of fear eyes;
- you think you found the love of your life but at one point everything ruins, cause it just does that;
- you think that she cares about you if she is mad on you, but it is only the beginning of the end;
- you think you found the love of your life, but she screws with her first boyfriend ever, can you beat that?
- you think the world is yours but without you even knowing it, your world is only her and she is not yours;
- you want to have children but you somehow do not manage;
- you don't want to have children but somehow you do manage;
- you want her from all your heart but she thinks you are a phony character, who just wants to fuck her and get away quickly;
- you don't want her with all your heart, just the opposite cause she's a phony character, but temptation always, and after fuck she just won't go away quickly;
- your father tells you to marry, your mother tells you not to, they change beliefs, they go to heaven and you remain puzzled as an avatar for;
- you think you found the love of your life but everything you do is wrong, either you play hard, soft, totally opened or completely masked and dangerous;
- you think you can manage, bear and keep going but you fail into your knees, you choke and you faint out;
- you get beat at your own game when the whole world expects just the opposite, including you in the first place;
- you think you found the love of your life and years pass by only to get you two more apart from each other;
- you think that all is special like never before but she thinks that she will go insane just to be next to your boring and sorry ass even for a short while;
- you do not see it coming;
- you don't see it going;
- they love you, you don't, you love her, she doesn't;
- your doctor mentions the word complication in a sentence related to you or you beloved ones;
- you give up the love of your life and find somebody else just fine but soon enough to find out that you were 'all" that your beloved lost one ever wanted;
- you make plans and she suddenly tell in a discussion with everybody that she will leave the country soon;
- you have so many to say but in front of her you remain numb as a retard;
- you try to make it better from all your heart but you only make it worse;
- the harder you come, the harder you fall;
- the harder you love, the harder you fall;
- the harder you go, the harder you fall;


But you think is complicated when you avoid happiness because of boredom generated by the pressure of society just to look, not even really have, as having an interesting and astonishing, out of the ordinary life.

Things are very simple. What are you willing to do for me? Cause I know about what I am willing to do for you. You do it or you don't. That simple.

I won't let it go.

marți, 2 noiembrie 2010

I keep forgetting

It is not like the song is saying: "we are not in love anymore", but the part with "things will never be the same again" it is so true. Do not worry, I'll give you the song in the end.

I keep remembering I read once that if you do not write from the heart, people will know instantly you are a faker(R). So its like this: I keep forgetting that they are not there anymore. You will probably raise your eyebrow, this is what you do these days, no matter who you are: "what's up with this drama for this guy, get over it, man!". Well, as my friends know that I have the habit, I will do it as I want to until the universe explodes in my face, regardless of everybody saying everything. So, it is useless, if I want to have the trip with my beloved parents, there is nothing you can do. Everybody in this life is so eager to help you be like the rest of the world, normal. What is normal? To have a job in a multinational company, to have kids raised by institutions, tot take your old ones to the institutions and abandon them there, to live a plastic life, to party almost all the time, to show off, to have an bank account, to have an apartment in a blockhouse in the very middle of the posh areas, to be gossiped, to be paparrazzied, to be envied, to have secret lovers, to have the nicest shoes from the actual collection, to rule over other's lives cause you know better what is best for them. This is what you want? So, have it, all these you can have it back, if the world comes over your head, who do you gonna call?

I cannot call my parents anymore, that is for sure. Unfortunately for you all, they are here with me all the time, so I must prove myself. It was easy before their final departure. They were at home, I could have done everything when I was out, when I returned home I put on my innocent smile and try to look pure. Speaking of faking. I do not know about you, but my mother always knew when it was something wrong with me. Despite all my jokes, smiles or stunts, she knew every time. "What happened?". I couldn't believe, I could have lied and mislead all the women in the world. Except her. Because, although a woman, she was more than that. She was MOM. And as every woman in my life ever, I wanted her all mine. All the time.

It is difficult to say who understands me better. My father always let me break free. My mom always wants me to be around, safe and sane. I realize now, always too late in this life, that all I needed was their understanding and support, regardless of the right thing. But they were the kind of people to do the right thing.

I remember that all my beatings from my father were really one of the best moments of my life. Do not panic, even if we are not hispanic, corporal punishment represents a great sign of affection amongst the members of the family in the Romanian society. I remember how angry I was to the parents who beat their offsprings in the street, maybe this is because my parents spoiled me with a great deal of fun every time they wanted to punish me as a kid. I remember my father chasing me with his belt around the house, me running around the table, him pulling the seats to catch me, me jumping over, him being stuck, mom laughing of us, me hiding under the table bursting in laughs and him trying to hit me with the belt but also convulsively laughing hard, holding his belly without a belt.

Two specific times I remember they hit me and it really hurt. It was one of the first days in school. First dictation. I mess it up big time. She is so nervous, she brings me home not speaking a word to me. All the way I hoped she will be ok at home. But she puts me violently at the table, taking the notebooks and manuals out and beginning private learning. She becomes to shout, she ignores granpa (her father) and suddenly slaps me very hard. It was not the hit, I was a very energetic kid and I hit myself (most dangerous blows) all the time. But the fact she took me by surprise. She hit me just for that? It is a stupid dictation.

At one point, one of the kids from my street, a good friend as I assumed, stole me some stickers. Maybe it was not the fact that my father brought me as a gift, but the country of origin: Poland. On those gray overwhelming and oppressive days, everything from abroad made all the difference. As I discovered them on his bike, I confiscated some stamps and threatened him with some beating for his act. He went to my father and told him his side of the story so, here I am, celebrating my victory with two girls in their coutyard when my father shows up very determined and he is twisting my ear like they do to all kids, at least in Romania. I was so mad because he wouldn't listen, that I was right! But he kept saying that I brought shame on him. But I am wright!

I keep recollect the physical feeling of my mom's palm and my father's ear twisting like it was literally yesterday. I almost feel my cheek and ear hurting. And deep inside.

I fought a lot with my father as a teenager. Verbally speaking. I always said I will do better. And I did not understand his words: "We'll see, we'll see...". It is like the old fable about the Zen Master. But this is another posting.

Also I fought with mother. I was clever enough to ally with them one after the other, depending on the conflict. We were shouting a lot, but this was all the chemistry, the harder we shout, the happier we were. It was like an instant relief of all problems just by shouting, eventually laughing.

Mom was always making jokes. She took minor things very serious and major events very lightly. So, everything was flowing flawless and naturally. No major worries, just stupid ones. Life. But one particular moment was memorable for me.

As a young man, I did a lot of mistakes. Once, I beat my own records of mistaking, being with lover at home in the morning, even I had an official relationship with some other girl. Surprise, official girl calls and says she is coming to me. It was not enough that I had to ask lover to go, and she was more important in my heart and soul, but not official! How stupid I was! Not enough that I upset her. Mom caught all the scheme. Only a few words she told me, with a voice I could not recognize. Metallic, sharp, accurate. "It is wrong what you are doing. For both. For yourself. Never do that again". But... (in my head).

So, now I feel responsible for what they raised me for. To be proud and tall. To stand for what is right. What is right and what is wrong? We'll see.

I keep forgetting everyday home is so empty without them. I always have this strange feeling of expectations. At home to see mom and on the street to see dad. So I just talk to them all the time. Crazy, yes, but happy and proud because of that. Spare me. They loved me in a way nobody else should. New love is new life. This is what they would have want for me. The best. See you around.

miercuri, 27 octombrie 2010

Ady and Nicky, my beloved angels

35 years I felt so loved, like an almighty god. 35 years I knew that no matter how big the mistakes I will made, someone would have tell me not to worry. Someone would have tell me that I am the one. 35 years I knew that when I come home, I can tell them my deeds and I can make them proud. 35 years I had a family, all mine. 35 years I was coming home with a single purpose: to see how they are doing. All my life I was coming home and my father put the magic food on the table and my mom put the magic touch of hand on my head. 35 years I wanted to make them happy and safe. Their name is Adia and Nicolae, Ady and Nicky as everybody was calling them.
Nicky went first to heaven as he went first in the morning for everything in our life. Ady stayed with me longer, as she did all my childhood and as I did lately with her in this life. She was the spoiled one, but mom deserves everything in the universe, you know?
All the plans I was making, wanting to show them the world, or just my world, went as the smoke from the crematorium. All that you feel after you realize the inevitable is the infinite sadness and the crying. And all you can do is cry more, as you feel a little better inside, just to cry more.
Something is hurting inside me, like a cancer in my soul. It is like my body is emptied of his magic content. And the most terrifying moment is when I come home and the house is empty and the hurt is so deep that I need to sit. And the only comfortable feeling I can get is from crying.
But as the crying gets thinner, I realize that I can cherish them all my life. And they are now always with me, by my side. Happy, hand in hand, in heaven.
I lost my faith in God in the last years. But paradise must exists for my mom and my dad. If it doesn't, I will make or steal one for them. No matter what.
Missing is hurting and dying so slowly. Cause I will never believe anybody again if they call me Andreiasu (the DiMinutive from Andrei), as my mommy did, or Jugulina (a regional DiMinutive) as my father.
But I will live for them as they will live through me. We will be guardian angels for each other in the other worlds we are and live now.

Mama, tata, you are always with me from now on. Let's conquer the world and be happy.

DiMi The Orphan

vineri, 9 iulie 2010

Blend In :)

Desert :)

In the desert, foreigners won't last long.

Until then, beware of the Alien, if you are already a Predator :)

But the lizard... :)))

Pampampam pam... pampam...

joi, 1 iulie 2010


Iiiiie ie, oh my girl...

So, you like fusion and you think you are cool searching for all the new music. But you have missed this, its like you missed Christmas.

You can imagine a big (but small in attitude) country in the Eastern Europe. Ah, Europe, will say happily content and having no clue, the finest middle exponents of the powerful nations of the world. For centuries, conquistadores from East, but also West came and wanted a piece of us. Romans were the firsts to overcome by number and in time, by people and mentality. So, this is how we become so Italian. Gipsy, as the Italians will say, in the first place, hahahaha. Don't worry, cousins, it is because we have the same blood. During the centuries, Mongols and Turks, Russians and Germans came for a piece of us. Big and rich land. After 1989, when the Ceausescu was dead and hundreds of Ceausescus emerged to the surface of the tv screens, we ran through Europe. Probably the country with the biggest gipsy community, because we are tolerant, we provided waves of gypsies, Roms - politically correct form, to Germany and all Europe. The result: camps, deportation, forbidden passing. It was stunning: everything in sight disappearing, swans in Vienna were grilled in the parks and all parking taxation devices broken in Paris. Therefore, the generalization concerning all Romanians: we are all gipsies and we all steal. Really?
Here is a little concern for you. if it wasn't for us, Romanians, all the gipsies would have been all over Europe and all Europe would have look different.
There is this fascination about gipsies, because they are free and they do not obey to anybody. The spirit of the fusion between Romanians and Gipsies is caught lately in the Shukar Collective project. Shukar means dope, like in the hip hop slang, and collective means the finest DJ's and electronic music masters from our country. Recently, HBO produced a movie depicting the whole story so far.
The band started in 2004 and the idea was to make fusion, not confusion. dj vasile and dreamdoktor put the basis of the project with Romanian and gypsy artists.
Since then, many Romanian and gypsy artists were part of the band: Vlaicu Golcea, Mitos Micleusanu, Cristian Stanciu, Marius Matesan, Florian Micuta, vj tom, dj rolf, Tamango, Napoleon, Clasic, Sorinel, Mirela Mihalache and Ema Deica.
In 2010 the original members of the band work with dj rolf, vj tom and Ema.
There is drama and there is laughter, like in every Gipsy story. Money, power, control.

The above link brought me after a long time that shivering feeling all the way long up my spine. Its rare, therefore must be treasured. I hope you will feel the same. And the funny thing, a gipsy "shukar" thing: they stole my best line! :)) oh, my girl was in this original form my line. one of the best :) One of them. and you know :)

Like Napoleon, one of the vocal kings, is singing: Incredible.

Meet the Shukar Collective project in its actual form on Saturday, @ Popa Nan 82, from 22:00 hours.

Gipsy King Andrei

miercuri, 30 iunie 2010

Today's Trailer

Gheorghe Zamfir at his best!

No, its not "Once Upon a Time in America", my father's favorite movie.

Its one of mine. When Tarantino was young, this movie was on. Without this song, but still though... :))

And they remained forever happily together ever since that movie... :)

The importance of being original

This is 1967.

DiMi Music bumping in ur stereo


one for today, more on tomorrow

What's ma phunking name?

Forget about Facebook, here you have the meaning of your name :)

"Do you understand, Kudi?"

"It's Buddy, why can't you say it right?"

" Whatever!"

Me, The Saint

marți, 29 iunie 2010

DiMi against all odds

Watchin' you watchin' me watchin' you every mornin'

Tv will make you stupid and lame. This is why I only take a peek to travel/living, hbo or porn. It's educative, like Human Planet, you know...

I am aware of the fact that I am the finest exponent of the mtv generation. But the real music channel, from London, not this shitty new Romanian one. Wanna make money, Mr. Sarbu, isn't it? Not with us. Never. And what about the fact that every stupid thing is now on air, except music? And you call that music? You know the drill, it's like in Queens, face down (Notorious BIG:) AND SHOVE UP YOUR STATION UP YOUR BEHIND!


But, you know I like the game of watching you watching me watching you every morning.

I keep an eye on you.

So, the biggest stupid thing I've seen written on the screen this morning: the end of the "social state". What? You called this chaos of stealing, murdering and ripping a state? And what was supposed to be so social until now?

Romania. As I like to call it, Roamania. Let me write to you just a few words about my native country.

My father died of cancer because the doctors are making experiments on ill people like on rats. And I had to pay for almost every medicine, "because there are no funds". The entire medical system is build for the rich to go to Vienna and buy their days out and for the poor to die knowing their place. If you do not have money but you worked as a slave for the communist/capitalist state all your life, maybe you will share a bed with some other dying fellow during the day. No beds for the night. No medicine. Prime-minister cutting almost every month the funds for health and education. In a future episode I will show you an image of the prime-minister. In words. I am the lord of the Word. And all you politicians will die by my sword.

Getting back to the living hell, if you have money, alongside cancer, like 50 Euros per day, you can rent a five star room in the same hospital. The hospital of the former (and present) political police and political "elite". Actual president also treated there. But the poor must die in their place.

Pensions are cut-off all the time. I have no sympathy for no Emo generation when I see old poor people searching for food in the litter cans on the streets. More and more.

You wonder why I spit this venom at you? Its bad cos' I just begun (BIG;). Let's do the math:

35 years old. Son of intellectuals. Born and raised in the heart of the city. Reading a lot in my childhood. Obsessed from an early age with justice. Listening with my grandfather to Voice of America and Free Europe in the Ceausescu's era. Seeing the bullets hitting my house in the 1989 fiasco revolution. Working in the glossy and newspaper publishing business for 13 years. Seeing all of you and become sick of your rush for gold.

Don't you know that all that glitters it's not gold?

Money is all you worship. I'll live enough till all the money's gone. What will you do then?

The mercy will be gone too. Cause Money God will lay slay all over the world. And Gods will look the other way.

Jedi Mind Tricks - Serenity in Murder.

Look for it. Do not expect the link.
Everything is not so easy as you might think.

Watch me now. I'm getting down. Just like Bobby Brown.

Saturday Night

Coming soon to my Romanian readers :)

Well, I will try soon to have a Romanian and an English version, at least, for my blog. My friends asked for it!
Until then, here it is a little teaser for you: the above image.
There is a little manga heaven on the internet and it is in Romanian!
Gimme quick the right url and I will give you a free drink @ Popa Nan 82.
Come on Saturday, 3rd of July, Shukar Party @ Popa Nan 82.
Check out on Facebook: Popa Nan 82. And Shukar Collective 3,14 Official Page.

And a bonus image :)

Hidden like a crocodile in shallow waters

Japanese Rose

I hated the concept of blogging and this must be the strangest thing coming from me. Besides music, writing should be my second life, according also to me :) And I didn't even count the secret lives. Yet.

But it seems that blogging is good. At least I can say I did write something today. Everyday. This is maybe what I hate about blogging. The fact that I have to write everyday. Otherwise people will say that the blog is lazy and lame. As if they know better. I guess this laziness was my reason not to write day by day. So, I will upload my stupid thoughts on a regular basis. I will try, at least. Funny thing, I used to say that blogs are only for housewives who are looking for new food recipes. So, even without a subject, I will write. I am supposed to be professional, as you told me :)

Well, maybe I lied when I was mentioning the lack of a subject today. The important thing is that you were having a laugh. And, maybe, you had this grin, almost imperceptible when you saw this flower. I know the thing about flowers, but I cannot help it. This rose is for you, cause is Japanese. And you know where it comes from.
Repetition, as you told me. I knooowwwwww! And this is our joke, take my word for it.
So, I must repeat myself...

I wish I can write to you this universe of feelings that I am having all the time for you.
I wish I can tell you this universe of feelings that I am having all the time for you.
I wish I can make you feel by my side this universe of feelings that I am having all the time for you.
I wish you believe me, at least once in a while.
I wish it doesn't hurt so much when I do remember certain days and nights.
I wish you can feel my true heartbeat.
I wish you remember that time that you told me: "All I wanted was you".
I wish we can erase some pages.
I wish you do not hide so much from me.
I wish to be closer to you these days.
I wish I can stay young. But with you.
I wish you accept this rose.
I wish you hold me tight in the darkest hour of the night. And in the early morning :)
I wish you know that this is not ending. Ever.

People cheering all the time around me.

But how can I sleep with your voice in my head? :)))

This is the song for the Japanese Rose today:

B from The Snake, The Crocodile, The Slobber, The Rat, The Crook...

luni, 28 iunie 2010

Its like a movie, it doesn't move me

Massive Attack videos from Bucharest concert, 27 June 2010

Copyright: DiMi

Massive politics

Ion Iliescu a murit
(Ion Iliescu - former genocidal president of Romania is dead)

Back on the track, live! Two years have passed, but they returned to this damned city that we love so much and hate equally and they told us that the last show here was the inspirational for collaborating with Martina in new projects! Flattering.... isn't it?!

As the sun sets over the city, the people gathers to this new location, Zone Arena. Rammstein also tonight, tough competition, ey?! But my mind was made up. Safe from harm. It is almost 7 hours and I am already in. Sunny late afternoon, young people making queues at the bars, wanting beer, or a Bacardi Cola or even Jagermeister with coke. Pecsi, at it is. :)) Suddenly, in half an hour the queue is over 50 meters long and I have finished long time ago my water, even eliminated it since. Serious drinks are imminent but, again the queue, typical for Romanians, follow me to learn more. Anyway, I even gained some "elegant fashion bracelet falling into the temptation of the smoking vice, so cancerous, I know. More toilets and more bars in this new location, please!
Martina, what a great voice, beautiful, thank you, girl! And the crowd exploded at 21:10, if my memory is good enough. At 23:46 they finished up, people wanting more, making noise with their feet on the floor.

They thanked us in our own language, they even wrote us part of the written messages in Romanian and these messages were so true! From the names of the drugs poisoning you because is so cool, to the real figures of the world of today, from the Gaza Strip to the fashion world - Ginza Tanaka bag. But this is the world we live in, must be normal, eh?! At least for two hours you knew the right price of your normality.
I guess we all have to thank once again our man Funky and his One Events for bringing back to us one of the few real shits in this world! Thanks man, as I always thanked you, you are the one who make it possible for me the interview with Alexander Balanescu and this was one of the happiest moments of my professional life! Ladies and gentlemen, Cristi Busuioc, applause please!

Getting back to the show, just when one of my friends told me that the sound is not so good if is allowing us to speak freely, the speakers let the voices to go higher and higher, and it was fabulous!
Safe from harm, Karmacoma, Unfinished Sympathy, Teardrop, my only regret, and I knew it before the show, its that they have not played Eurochild. The show? Massive.

If my father would still be alive, he would have stand for that: they wrote that the former President, responsible for many deaths and all the future collapse of the country, thief of the Revolution from 1989, is dead! My father went to heaven half a month ago with this huge grudge against him, calling him pig every time he saw his name or face, just as my grandfather was calling Ceausescu. So, I've learned from that, all politicians be aware now, instead of eating my liver out I will show you the tactics of Genghis-Khan.

Ceiling. Cut-off. Ripper.
All written in Romanian on the screens where many logos and companies have been listed afterwards. People wondering why? Beyond Petroleum was the final answer, so pick up your own hatchet and fight the power! Wake up from this stupid fantasies of a "design and image based world" where children are dying of hunger and holocausts and the pasts are revived to hide actual genocides, politically correct called blockades. It is all about the money, but be aware now, DiMi will destroy all your finances, concept or form! So, count your days, your paper empire will burst up in flames so high that Gods will feel the heat to their toes!
Cause this is Massive Attack, live and direct from Bucharest, Romania!

Andrei Ioan Dimulescu, the son of Nicolae and Adia

miercuri, 24 februarie 2010

Don’t Stop the Dance

The Golden Triplette

Indeed, I must admit that I am a big Bryan Ferry fan.

Lately I realised what was missing in the blog! The music, of course!

When I was a boy, this Golden Triplette was made of Gullit, Rijkaard and Van Basten for AC Milan and when I was a little kid there were Athos, Portos and Aramis. Now will get a little bit british.

Music is my life, as Romanians like to say and think, therefore I will have a friendly attitude, so no hard stuff J

For the moment, let’s dance a little, this weather is driving us nuts, damn it!

Feel depressed? Same shit happens everyday? Bored? Deceived? Well, I got the right thing for you. Nice lyrics too.

A nice surprise comes along fresh from my man Wiley. This gentleman is the only reason that one day I might wear a Rolex, hahaha. Vintage, of course, what were you thinking? But first comes Tag in this race. Getting back to our track, this song is dope, maaaan! Check out those extraordinary beats! And the video! This song beated out the worst flu of me, maaan! Wiley is the man. And Emeli Sande is the woman.

The song will be out on 28th of February, out meaning on iTunes probably, but it is already on MTV Dance J

Day N Nite and if you smiled already you probably like Kid Cudi as much as I do. Finally a fine less commercial track from the “One Love” album of David Guetta, of course, it’s with Kid Cudi, maaaan! This one will bring peace to your heart. Just like in the 90’s. Dope lyrics, of course. It’s gettin’late but I don’t mind… Oh yeah.

Finally, goldies even oldies, 3 years ago a song pull me out of the blue. It’s Dizzee Rascal and he is just shinning, literally. Big love and respect, man! This song it’s so funny, so happy, it just makes you move! You can bet on that. And I really love it when you flex like that J

So you have it, around 5 songs to listen to. I will get back with more about the latest HIM and Massive Attack, of course.

Yours truly,

Ioan Andrei Dimulescu

miercuri, 17 februarie 2010

New phtos from the AIR gig in Bucharest :)

Thank you George, great shots my bro!

Photos by George Grosescu.

Breaking News: RIP Alexander McQueen

No more dogs on catwalk from Mr. McQueen

He hanged himself one week ago in his London house.

One hour ago Associated Press released the sad news.

Fragments from Associated Press:
"Days before his body was found Thursday, McQueen had left several messages on the social networking site Twitter revealing his grief at the death of his mother days earlier.

Coroner's officer Lynda Martindill said the 40-year-old McQueen had died from asphyxiation and hanging. Full details of the autopsy will be available in a few months.

There were no suspicious circumstances in the death, and authorities suspect no malice, police detective inspector Paul Armstrong testified. After a five-minute hearing Wednesday, coroner Paul Knapman adjourned the inquest until April 28. The inquest has yet to formally rule McQueen's death a suicide.

McQueen — one of British fashion's brightest stars — had posted messages four days before his death about his "awful week," and said he had to "somehow pull myself together and finish."

Known for his dramatic statement pieces and impeccable tailoring, McQueen dressed celebrities from Cameron Diaz to Lady Gaga and influenced a generation of designers."

RIP Alexander.

Credits: AP,

marți, 16 februarie 2010

Un peu d'AIR sur la terre (besides Lacoste;)

Keep your hands in the AIR! Merci beaucoup!

Besides Strange Love Party @ Popa Nan 82 on Saturday night (I will get back on that, don't you worry about a thing on this blog or about me;) last week was really keen on treats, and one of them was the AIR concert in Bucharest, at Sala Polivalenta, the place where almost all the great artists are coming in this fu...nky town. Almost, because there are also other places where the great artists are making our skin chillin'.

As for the crocodile brand, which I use to love a lot due to my favorite rap artists and the late Gheorghe Dinica (Al Pacino of Romania), I will buy it only from France, as you should do with Swiss watches if you go to the land of chocolate, cheese, money and milk. It is worth it, I will prove it in the near future.

Awesome live performance of AIR, new songs from the last album but also all the hits that made us happier along the time, from the suicides of the virgins to the stars viewed by Kelly. Of course, old ping-pong on computer to the big screen!

Bucharest is under snow, ice and water attack this winter. On the way to concert all was in these three forms of Aqua, so after walking on water, I just enter on time - 21:00 hours, to catch some fantastic vibes from my dear friend and Electric Brother! Nice soul man, I gotta ask you about the title of that song, around 21:10, please!

21:20 - AIR live in the atmosphere! The visuals were awesome, but here it is some story told by a friend:

"Man, I have been to Barcelona to these guys' concert. Man, it was near the golf and airport, and the planes were crossing by just above our heads and the lights and visuals were like 100 times better! It was the shit!"

True story I presume but also this concert was a night to remember, from all the friends I've met, to the sms-es I will never forget.

Minuses: no coins for the bars, a real mess. You cannot do this in 2010, even in Romania, even in Sala Polivalenta.
No ashtrays. Just some litter boxes. You wonder why people are throwing the buds on the floor? This is why!
Police won't let taxis go up the hill! NTM - Fuck la police, it is also French, putain!
But AIR are one of the best bands of all times and I really love their art from the deepest shadows and brilliant highlights of my heart (now you know the subject of my future review, and yes, it's new).

So, congratulations and all my gratitude for the people in charge of the concert. You will always be my friend bro, I can never forget about the interview with The Violin God Balanescu.

And if you wonder, dear readers, yes, I payed for my ticket, so the lines above are for real. Because when you do something for real, people will believe you accordingly. (So, my brother give me the ticket as a gift, okay?)

All I need...

Photos by George Grosescu.

vineri, 12 februarie 2010

Bucharest - mon amour: French Institute expo

Bad love for this city

The French Institute in Bucharest is one of my dearest places in the world. Here I had the great privilege to have lunch with none other than Gaspar Noe, the director and writer of the masterpiece Irreversible (2002), with my favourite cinematic couple: Monica Bellucci and Vincent Cassel. As Monsieur Noe was joking that the two had to go to Tokyo to promote the movie, he was very happy being stuck with Romania and that's really French humor :))

On the 4th of February 2010, the cafe from The French Institute held the launch of one outstanding photo album: "Bucarest La mal-aimee", a collection of truly artistic shots of our city, done by a fabulous gang of young and talented snapshooters: Adrian Bulboacă, Camil Iamandescu, Cosmin Gogu, Dan Pierșinaru, Lucian Muntean, Şerban Bonciocat, Şerban Mestecăneanu, Sergiu Mihăescu and the Association of Maisons qui pleurent - Weeping Houses. Even the minister of Culture was there, I do not know if he is still in charge, who cares anyway, all these politicians are just sucking dry our lives.

Nice speeches, wonderful pictures, a very good wine from Chile, that I forgot the name but I will bring it on later with another wine recommendations. One thing is for sure, artistic events in Bucharest are strongly sponsored by wine companies, and this is another future subject too.

The youngest man in the building was Andrei Gogu, the son of the photo artist Cosmin Gogu, and that was really a nice night out for everybody, family or not.

In the pictures: Rovena & Andrei & Cosmin Gogu.

Look for the album, I will give your money back if you do not like it. Or, on a second thought, I will charge you money if you do not like it. And if you wonder why everything is so wonderful in these stories, or at least in this one, well, it really is life. You want it beautiful? Good.

Cause these are my people and we will make a better world.

For real.


miercuri, 10 februarie 2010

Bucharest by Night Ep. 1 - Hungry like the wolf

As I look out of my window and I see the big snowflakes dancing as hot girls in the night, around a fire, on a faraway land full of dangerous and poisonous flowers, I get hungry like Duran Duran is singing.

For all you out there looking for a sensual bite, I will reveal some of my experiences, worthy of sleep deprivation - and I am indeed a big sleeper as I was born sleepy.

Foreigner or local, Calea Victoriei is one of the most important roads in Bucharest, the first actually. You do not have to walk a long distance from the metro station in Piata Victoriei, near the infamous building of the anti-government, to run into some interesting places. Across the street from an office-building, where you can find a Hugo Boss store, on the left side of the road you will encounter two special places, special as in stomach, mind and soul.

The first one it is called Omnivore's Dilemma and it is just next to Cioggolateria Venchi, so it is like yin and yang. Both are tiny and cosy, real insiders hideouts, so if you want to meet quality people, this is it, at least for a good start of the night.

Real soul food can be found at the Omnivore's Dilemma, from sandwiches to carrot cakes, and everything is right. Root beer or boiled wine and you will see again that life is so beautiful...

Do not be afraid of the small space inside, if you are not sitting at the bar, you can look into the eyes of your beloved ones at the two tables in the back. Young and beautiful people all the time, sometimes if you are lucky you can experience the coolest artist and town performing live, and that is the phenomenal trio Karpov / Kasparov. More to come about their fantastic performance and chemistry, stay tuned.

After a good start, we can have some delicatessen. Chocolate, as addictive as it is, but can you stop? Hahahaha, I knowwww (like Craig Ferguson is always saying and I do believe he is the greatest showman nowadays). You will find the sweetest perfection here, with a great deal of types of legal sweets to choose from. She will be impressed, he will be happy and the night will be one to remember. Cioggolateria Venchi, pass the word. More refined and stylish than the Chocolat Bucharest chain, for the real connoisseurs.

Now all I need is the perfect club. I will tell you about the perfect club in my hometown. But I won't tell you where it is. Somethings must remain a secret. Private stuff.

Bon appetit!

In the photos: Karpov Kasparov @ Omnivore's Dilemma

Welcome to my world, have a nice trip!

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen, and you too Misses :))))),

For the ones who don't know me yet, my name is Andrei Ioan Dimulescu, but my friends are calling me DIMI, one of the numerous nicknames I got along my 34 years of most happy experiences.

For the ones who know me already, well, this is it. When it's on it's on, so hit me now! Big smile as always...

Born in Romania, raised in heaven, becoming a man in hell and living in a shitty country (the infrastructure of pipes is on the last place in Europe, except Albania), I am credited with a smile that very rarely fades away.

I am proud to spend almost 13 years as a journalist in the lifestyle world of magic and illusion. The last years were dedicated to luxury, time (wristwatches and clocks) and also, more important, conspiracy theories.

Since the 8th of January 2010 I become a Freeman again, working as a freelancer, and I believe this must be the best way for a journalist, except the case when after that you are becoming the owner of your own media empire.

So, this is why we meet here like in The Mask - Cherie, we met again!!! - one of my favourite lines when I was younger...

I always thought that web logs are for housewives in search for free plumbers, but I guess I was all wrong and I am proud to admit it. Blogs are also for other people without a steady job.

Therefore, here we are. I will write about my world, where you can discover perfect cocktails, music with feelings, movies that will move you, books that will feel you, people that will thrill you, experiences as lived as live and direct and many other tricks and trips. Did I mention also magic?

Also, we will find the most particular insider's perspective of Bucharest nightlife, artistic and sport events, and also riots, revolutions, street fighting, politicians schemes, places or people (except politicians, they are not people as we all know) to avoid or to conquer.

Of course, it will be more than Bucharest, as I love to travel, probably as much as Genghis Han.

Do not forget: the life is short but the night is long. Be happy, live with dignity so we can raise anytime and any place your head high. Love, peace and unity!

Sincerely yours,