I ain't freakin', I ain't fakin' this.

Pateicoties šodiendienas draugu vizītei, esmu sapratusi, ka jāsāk krāt nauda. Tātad, pēc atveseļošanās mēs lidojam uz Vegasu, kur pērkam retromobīli - laikam to sarkano tačku bez jumta, kabrioletu no 60to gadu filmām - un tad vēl nolīgstam DJ David Guetta par mūsu šoferi. Tur es notetovējos no galvas līdz kājām, aizaudzēju tuneli un tēloju frīku. Protams, vēl luksus numurs viesnīcā un kazino atvēršana. Kazino mēs nosauksim par "TEAM KOMA" un šveicars būs Džonijs Deps, nerunājot jau nemaz par krupjē Džareda veidolā.

Ar šo tekstu es gribēju pateikt, ka tagad jūs noteikti uzskatāt, ka tie ir suņa murgi un nekā tāda nebūs. Bet pēc gada es jums sūtīšu pastkartes no Las Vegasas. Es nefeikoju.

8

If you could smell the dirt of our birth, the steaming mess of mud and sand that coated our placebal ceilings, our linoleum floor, our plush livingroom carpet, that dripped slowly as if from a broken egg shell, falling silently and forming in lumpy conical piles on magazines and empty ash trays, on DVD cases and unmopped floors, covering every inch of every possible space in a thick black skin until nothing shone through and all was dull and quiet like the inside of some fucking strange hole, if you could smell that dirt, then you could taste the very essence of our souls. Love, the management.

7

Are somebody listening to me? I have a feeling that I'm ignored by myself. Earlier I could talk to myself or to voices. Voices, you should ask? Yes, fictional voices that inspire me, calm me down. No, I'm not mad, madness is ambiguous concept. I would consired myself a bit silly, but not mad, that's all. The fact that I'm talking to the voices and listen to them aren't making fool from me.

But I, unlike others, can listen to the wind rustling, people's steps and I can hear all I want. Then what's better - be normal, but deaf to world's music or be slighty imbecile (read different), but hear this sounds?

6

Ir kāds stāsts par Amerikas indiāni, kas pastaigājās pa Ņujorku kopā ar kādu draugu, kas tur dzīvoja. Indiānis apstādināja savu draugu un sacīja: “Ieklausies sienāzī.” Viņa draugs teica, ka neko nedzird, bet indiānis aizveda viņu tieši pie sienāža. Viņa draugs jautāja, kā tas iespējams. “Vienkārši noskaņo savu dzirdi uz tev patīkamu skaņu.” Lai to apstiprinātu, indiānis izbēra uz ietves dažas monētas; daudzi to dzirdēja, apstājās un atskatījās.

MUSE @ Positivus 2010

At first, I just want to say that in spite of all that problems and failures, all the people which I met enjoyed the festival.

So, all started in Saturday's afternoon. I met Julia, Katrin and Christine from Latvian MUSE fan-club. We all was in perfect mood, waiting for Scissor Sisters and, of course, MUSE. Katrin and Christine made a flag with band's symbol and other stuff. We also get labcoat (for Matthew) with special signature. Our final cause was to collect as many signatures and greetings to band as we can, what, btw, we also succeeded. Why? We wanted to throw up on to the stage this unlucky piece of sheet (not very original, but useful). And then, after the encore, started the problems. People let Katrin from the first to the third row so she could throw this damn flag. And short

time before she wanted to do it, security-monkey TOOK AWAY flag with very detailed reason - "LATER".

Ok, just after Knights of Cydonia last chords, we took the flag and ran to the nearest place we could bring that gifts. As you already realize, security was waiting us with very "welcoming" attitude. We asked it to 6 GUARDES, generally. In this time (about a half hour) we - me and Katrin (Christine "disappeared" somewhere) - ran from stage's one side to side, PRAY that we

don't have to meet band, just bring gifts, we were SO desperate that we tried to get over the backstage's fence! Of course, we didn't do nothing, but in this time we had to listen to guard-monkey's jokes - that we should run after the car with wich band have just left or send gifts by carrier pigeon.

Thank you, security company, for the biggest disappoint for many years - thanks to you, we broke not only our own ideas, but also betrayed all the people who helped us to develop thoose gifts.

We express our apologies to all people who signed the flag - now it's located quite far from the place where it should be. But we hope that we'll get those wishes to band. We hope.