Ideas in Progression

A digital space where music, travel, and storytelling converge.

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  • Nomadic Life: How, Why and When?

    Nomadic Life: How, Why and When?

    By Someone Who Said Fuck Enough

    The How

    Right then. Here’s the blunt truth: I sold everything. And before you jump to conclusions – I’m not homeless. I’m houseless. There’s a difference, innit?

    Having a physical house doesn’t make sense anymore when you’re living on the road, moving through cities, breathing in experiences instead of dust collecting in unused rooms. But you still need that bit of paper trail, don’t you? The state loves its paperwork. I’ve got a fiscal address because apparently, the taxman must be fed even when you’re running free. Some battles you lose before you start.

    But I kept the car. Oh yeah, absolutely. That tin beast is my ticket across Europe when the trains are cancelled or too expensive. House-sitting? Pet-sitting? Need wheels. Plus, it holds all the bits you actually need when you’re living out of packing cubes.

    The When

    Let’s not bullshit ourselves – the nomadic lifestyle isn’t for everyone. I know it. I’ve seen people try it and crash spectacularly back into the consumer rat race. So, check down if you qualify for this nomadic lifestyle and start whenever you like. The sooner the better.

    Here’s why I qualify for this particular madness:

    My sanity and I, we’re on the same wavelength. That’s rare, ain’t it? No children hanging off my ankles demanding stability. We can work online – the internet’s our office, the whole damn planet. Material things mean fuck-all to us anymore. Social status? Laughable concept. Vanity was something I left burning in the rearview mirror a long time ago.

    The Why

    Simple, really: freedom. The bloody right to decide what matters.

    No more tight agendas screaming at us every five minutes. Days don’t matter. Time doesn’t matter. What matters is waking up and choosing where you go, who you meet, what you do, without asking permission from a boss or a mortgage company.

    That’s freedom, mate. Raw and unfiltered.

    The Tips

    Listen up, because this part’s practical:

    Donate. Repurpose. Sell. Make peace with stuff leaving your life. I created a WhatsApp group with family and friends – bloody genius idea, honestly. Worked like a charm. Some things sold, others went to good homes, and yeah, some ended up properly discarded. Not everything deserves a second act.

    Embrace minimalism. Or existentialism, whatever floats your boat (there’s more on that in another piece I’m hammering out). You’ll be shocked at how much garbage you’ve been carrying around for “just in case” moments that never come.

    Keep watching this space, yeah? I’m about to drop my nomadic minimalist method – in small packing cubes, err… articles, hah! Sometimes the tech fails but the mission stays solid.

    Collect memories. Not things. 🚐💨

  • Off the Beaten Tracks: 1000mods

    Off the Beaten Tracks: 1000mods

    My take on 1000mods – Desert Dust & Amplified Reverie from Corinthian Rock

    There exists something rather remarkable about bands hailing from obscure places yet carving out significant space within the global heavy music landscape. Enter 1000mods, stalwarts of stoner and psychedelic hard rock from the rural village of Chiliomodi in Korinthia, southern Greece.

    Though sources trace their genesis to 2005, it was summer 2006 when childhood friends solidified into the three-piece force we recognise today.

    Nearly two decades on, this Greek powerhouse has become an undeniable staple of the international underground circuit.

    Sonic Signature

    What distinguishes 1000mods within stoner rock’s crowded terrain is their refusal to settle into mere riff-repetition formulas. Dani G. anchors vocals and bass, Giorgos T. delivers guitar work oscillating between precision and fuzz, and Labros G. drives relentless percussion. Together, they produce a wall of sound considerably larger than three individuals should reasonably achieve.

    Essential Listening

    • Vidage – Their trademark fusion of melodic heaviness with cosmic atmosphere
    • Low – A masterclass in slow-building tension before eruption
    • Electric Carve – Perhaps their most recognisable anthem, peak Stoner-era execution
    • The One That Keeps Me Down – Emotional weight beneath the fuzz
    • Road to Burn – Live intensity captured in studio form

    What should you expect from 1000mods

    If your tastes incline towards My Sleeping Karma’s cosmical approach, Truck Fighters’ swagger, Monkey 3’s atmospheric density, or Mothership’s blues-soaked sludge, neglecting 1000mods would be a mistake. Two decades of consistent output and unwavering commitment mark them not merely as participants—but architects shaping the scene’s trajectory.

    In short: your speakers will thank you. (your neighbours maybe not so much…)

  • Alberto Burri: The Tar-Smeared Rebel

    Alberto Burri: The Tar-Smeared Rebel

    Born: 12 March 1915, Città di Castello, Perugia, Umbria, Italy
    Died: 15 February 1995, Nice, France

    Let’s be honest: most artists play it safe. They paint pretty pictures, frame them nicely, and hope someone buys them. Alberto Burri? He didn’t paint. He violated canvas.

    Alongside Lucio Fontana and Piero Manzoni, Burri stood as one of the pre-eminent Italian multimedia artists of the twentieth century. But here’s where it gets interesting: while the American avant-garde was busy flinging paint across walls in their “Action Painting” circus, Burri took a different route. He didn’t just throw things at the wall—he studied the wreckage.

    The Tar Revolution

    Burri first hit the post-war art world like a sledgehammer with his Catrami (Tars) series. Tar resins weren’t just his medium—they were his weapon. Black, viscous, industrial. He used tar as both base and colour, turning the very substance of decay into art.

    While other post-war abstract painters chased spontaneity and self-expression like teenagers at a mosh pit, Burri worked with surgical precision. His approach was methodical, almost clinical. He was the first to explore organic decay and hazardous destruction of materials—not as accident, but as intention.

    These sculptured canvases were so bloody innovative that he made friends with two seminal American artists: Cy Twombly and Robert Rauschenberg. Creative ideas flowed between them like electricity.

    “The Words Don’t Mean Anything”

    Here’s the thing about Burri: he didn’t trust critics. Not one bit.

    “The words of the critics don’t mean anything to me; they talk around the picture… what I have to express appears in the picture. For the rest, I have nothing to add.”

    In Burri’s view, an artwork must speak for itself. No commentary needed. No explanation required. Just the raw, scarred truth staring back at you.

    The Influence

    His preference for raw materials carried the unmistakable influence of Jean Dubuffet and the Art Brut movement. Burri combined painting and relief sculpture into something entirely new—something that refused to be categorised.

    Great Read Warning !!!

    Book: Burri; Maestri del XX Secolo
    A must-have if you dare. It’s not for the faint-hearted, much like Burri’s work itself.

    Bottom line: Burri didn’t make art for comfort. He made art that demanded you look at what others tried to hide—the decay, the damage, the beautiful mess of existence. And that, mate, is punk as hell.

    What do you think? Should art comfort us or confront us? Drop your thoughts in viaminimal@gmail.com

  • The Cartography of Nothing:  Mapping a Life Without Borders

    The Architecture of Less

    For years, I dreamed of a life unbound by geography—a existence defined by movement, not an address. But let’s be honest: freedom isn’t cheap, and it certainly isn’t easy to fund while paying rent on an empty flat. So, I did the only logical thing: I liquidated my entire existence.

    Collect Memories, Not Things

    I had long considered myself a minimalist, well before this lifestyle became a curated social media trend. Yet, despite that mindset, I discovered that getting rid of everything you own is far harder than simply boxing it up and moving to a new place (in my case; no place)

    Dare To Be Different

    The 2019 transition wasn’t without tremors. As usual, my “family” offered zero support, entrenched in their conservative modus vivendi. – I wear the ‘black sheep’ badge with pride. Why adhere to the prescribed linear march? Corporate drudgery, a flashy car, a beachside flat, offspring. I harbour no judgment for those who find fulfilment in that script, but it was never mapped for my feet. My compass points elsewhere: no borders, new customs, acquiring cultural depth. Money is a tool, not a trophy. Vanity? Abandoned long ago.

    Nine-to-Five? Hard Pass

    I have no desire to fund a boss’s luxury fleet or endure petty micromanagement from “work mates”. Now, I dictate my own priorities. Minimalism, coupled with location-independent work and house-sitting, dissolved the rigid structures of calendar days, weekends, and fixed hours into irrelevance.

    The Fine Print of Fate

    A word of counsel for those eyeing the leap: invest in quality, not quantity. Ignore the frenzied consumerism of Black Friday; buy functional, enduring items. And boycott the monolithic convenience of online stores in favour of local, (in my case) European commerce. To me, the hyper-consumerist USA-model was always hardly a template worth following.

    This is my perspective. But be careful what you wish for: you might just like it.

    Yours in freedom,
    e.

  • An invitation to wander through the moving parts of a life in motion

    There is a peculiar comfort in believing that ideas, once formed, settle into place like stones in a riverbed. We tell ourselves that our tastes are fixed, our philosophies carved in granite, our trajectories mapped with precision. But anyone who has lived long enough knows better. Nothing stays static—not thoughts, not playlists, not passports and nothing is written in stone. This work (always in progression) exists because I grew tired of pretending otherwise.

    Ideas in Progression is a workshop. A space where thoughts are allowed to breathe, shift, and occasionally contradict themselves. Some entries here will evolve into something substantial; others will fade like morning mist. But all of them matter, because each one captures a moment in motion—a snapshot of where I was when the world felt a certain way.

    And WHY this matters?

    We live in an age of curation overload. Social media “demands” that we present polished, finished versions of ourselves. But growth happens in the messy middle—in the coffee stained drafts, the revisions, the false starts.

    Here, I am not trying to convince you of anything. I am simply documenting what I find true at this particular moment. Your mileage may vary. My opinions may change. That is the point.

    However, some of what I write will be confident. Some of it will be tentative. I will say “I believe” when I mean “I am still figuring out.” I will admit when I have changed my mind. And I will invite you to do the same.

    This is not a destination. It is a progression.

    So, if you like; wander through the posts. Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. And if you find yourself thinking along with me, well—that is the best kind of company. Leave a note whenever you feel like. I may reply to you sooner or later. Or may not.

    Welcome aboard. The journey has already begun.

    e.

  • Hello, wanderers and thinkers.

    Welcome to Ideas in Progression, a digital space where music, travel, and storytelling converge. This isn’t just another blog—it’s a living archive of moments, melodies, and musings collected along the way.

    What You’ll Find Here

    Think of this as a curated collection of the things that keep me awake at night and the things that keep me moving during the day.

    Hand Crafted Articles: Sometimes it’s something I’ve written, sometimes it’s someone else’s work that deserves your attention.

    Books I read and recommend — Not just the bestsellers, but the ones that linger. The pages that dog-ear themselves because they refuse to be forgotten.

    Music I am listening to — From albums I revisit to tracks I find by chance: soundtracks for different versions of myself.

    Movies I like or dislike — Because sometimes a film’s flaws teach us more than its triumphs.

    Videos: Visual stories that complement the written word.

    Bits and pieces from here and there — The observations that don’t fit anywhere else, like notes scribbled on napkins for example.

    Podcast Corner: Conversations or monologues that linger; for those who prefer to listen while they move.

    Minimalist lifestyle — An ongoing negotiation with what we truly need versus what we merely accumulate.

    Travel tips and tricks — For those who believe that getting lost is sometimes the point and also the philosophy behind why we move.

    Digital Nomad life — The reality behind the social medias aesthetics. The freedom, the friction, and everything in between.

    Viajante Minimalista: For real-time travel snapshots and visual diaries, follow my Instagram journey. It’s where the road meets the lens.

    Talk Loud and About: There’s a message box below. Say hello, share your thoughts, or tell me what you’d like to see next. This space grows with your input.

    Carpe Diem!
    e.

    About the Author

    A perpetual student of life, happily married to my sanity and currently navigating the intersection of minimalism, movement, and meaning.
    Based somewhere between here and there.