http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeRbTLnyNLU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeRbTLnyNLU
hostnik about and after hostnik
(danaja's conversation wit this father)


Tomazh Hostnik and Laibach

Tomazh Hostnik continues to be a source of fascination even amongst those who have only recently discovered the music of Laibach. Given the length of Laibach's existence, it is all the more remarkable for someone whose spell in the group was brief and was long gone before the band was known outside Yugoslavia. However his importance to Laibach is significant and the band would have been quite different without the imput of Tomazh.
Born in the town of Medvode in 1961, about 8 km to the northwest of Ljubljana. Formed Laibach with Dejan Knez along with a group of friends from Trbovlje and guided by Dejan's artist father Janez. Laibach was created in Janez 's Trbovlje studio, who also had an important influence in the creation of the band and its work. However Tomazh was very much the leader of Laibach with a forceful, dynamic personality and had been attending a college that prepared Slovenia's political elite. He completely dominated in interviews and had a huge presence, intellectually and physically. His ideas and designs have continued to shape Laibach to this day and it's no surprise that his presence is soon felt by those interested in the work of Laibach.
The year 1982 saw a dramatic increase in activity from Laibach as members finished their military service; performing their first concert in January 12th at the FV 112/15 Club in Ljubljana. Other concerts soon followed including the New Rock Festival at Krizanke where Laibach stole the show, so much so that the band appearing after Laibach were reluctant to take to the stage fearing their performance would be very much an anticlimax. Laibach's impact was immense; their slot opened with a women reading a provocative letter concerning Laibach's use of their name, rousing the fury of some members of the audience, even more so when Tomazh appears in military uniform resulting in a number of projectiles being thrown with one smashing into and cutting his chin. Tomazh stood defiantly as Laibach launched their set with a tremendous and powerful rendition of Cari Amici Soldati.... Več
The last performance with Laibach was on 11th December 1982 in Zagreb, shortly later through the effects of serious depression he committed suicide on December 21st. He was buried on December 23rd in Zale cemetery. Igor Vidmar on his radio show created and broadcasted Smrt Tomaza Hostnik on 2nd of January 1983; the piece created from Apologia Laibach read by Tomazh shortly before his death with Ohm Sweet Ohm by Kraftwerk (one of his favourite bands) playing in the background.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVTngRCf9vk
(kraftwerk ohm sweet ohm)

the keys to my wrecks

" only after we lose
something we start
to organise thoughts"


the anthology of the things that brought me to where I am now

"this is how it starts
and this is how it's going to end"









"engeniring of the dreams"











dedicated to my her...







after every dream becomes reality...

the 13 rules and the roles of danaja

(tnx to miss Angelou for the reading and the sound of dreams)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=131B7K91PVc

the 13 rules and roles of danaja
we live them and we follow them...

the only truth!

fuck everything... fuck god... if he exhists, fuck relations, friendships, emotions fuck it all... it's all just a fucking ilusion... we are just a fucking illusion created by our low-range brain... enough of this!

hostniku...

Apologia Laibach

Since when, sons of truth, are you the brothers of night?
What colours your hands with the redness of blood?

The explosion in the night is the flower of woe,
nothing can be jusified by it.
The altar cannot be destroyed,
the altar of lies, that multiplies shapes.

The spotless picture, the painless lights,
the only harbours of the terrible night.

We are the children of the spirit and the brothers of strength,
whose promises are not fulfilled.
We are the black ghosts of this world,
we sing the mad image of woe.

The explanation is the whip and you bleed:

Break the mirror of the world for the hundredth time,-
all your efforts are in vain. We have overcome the night:
our debt has been paid
and the light is ours.


Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje noci
Kaj roke vase s krvjo rdeci?

Eksplozija v noci je roza gorja,
Opraviciti z njo se nicesar ne da.
Razbiti mogoce oltarja ni,
Oltarja lazi, ki oblike mnozi.

Brezmadezna slika, brezbolne luci,
edina zavetja srhljivih noci.

Otroci duha smo in bratje moci,
katere obljuba se ne izvrsi.
Smo crni duhovi od tega sveta,
opevamo noro podobo gorja.

Razlaga je bic, in ti krvavis:

Po stotic razbije zrcalo sveta
vas trud je zaman. Presegli smo noc;
nas dolg je poplacan
in nasa je luc.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XNXkzKY404

my little personal goodbye (untill the next time i'll see u)

it's not love if it's not electric…
that makes nikola tesla don juan
and you don't know what empty means
if u never held her in your lap

as you
i'm just a brave but empty
little tin soldier… broken
but hurt to many times before

so whenever spring will change
snow for leaves…
i won't trade u…

it's allways personal…
if there are 2 persons involved…

i love you… and allways will...
my "closest comming to the stars
on the covers of dreams"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FndFnco9OVw

didn't i my dear...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLJf9qJHR3E

for her...

The soil, that u remember,
When a step represents the world, that u leave behind,
Becomes the horizont in wich u dissapear...

The darker(blodier)...the more fertile
(our soil... at least that's what she used to say)

A step as a mesurement,
That represents time,
A face, torn by years,
Imprinted memories...
Wrinkles on her forehead, cheeks...
Steps as escaping birds...

And her hand, old
Has become soil (in silence)

As hellos to the morning, when the steam rises from the cold ground
Sparcles made of little stones that glow from her eyes...
At night when left alone
I would embrace her... and let her spill inside my heart

I would hug her for the etternity
With sparcles made of memmories

But this moment u're leaving,
As a step cought in the trap of the same soil,
Devoured by the utopian freedom
But your thoughts are still with her...
There... the place u call your home

njej

zemlja, ki se jo spominjash,
ko korak predstavlja svet...
ki ga zapuschash, je obzorje v katerega izginjash...

bolj je chrna (krvava)... bolj je rodovitna...

korak enota, ki predstavlja chas
oblichje, ki razbrazdajo ga leta,
vtisnejo spomine, nagubajo
ji chelo... lice... stopinje kot bezheche
ptice

in njena roka, stara
(je) v tishini zemlja' postala...

pozdravi jutru, ko voda izpareva,
se kamenje sreche iz ochi bleschi
ob vecheru, ko jo pustijo da sameva
bi objel jo, da se v srcu naseli...

rad bi da te stiskam vechno...
v objemu iskrice spominov



a ta trenutek odhajash
kot korak v pasti zemlje.
ko pozhira ga utopichna svoboda
z mislimi pri njej ostajash

memento mori

in long and lasting memory...
will allways love u...