Sharan
Sharan
Arnel Šarić
I am playing many roles, shedding my skin with every passing minute. I am father, husband, musician, writer, runner, meditator, event manager, podcast host, community manager, tech aficionado, avid reader, mainly abstaining from politics, small talk and toxic bullshit, unless viewing them through the lenses of social commentary and personal curiosity.
Latest Posts
I can't quite remember how I landed on Bear Blog. Maybe I wrote about it, but I'm far too lazy to check right now. I know it was a combination of a few things. Years of being part of the mainstream web finally proved too exhausting to...
I don't think there's a single person in love with rock'n'roll who hasn't struggled, at least at some point in their life, to get rid of an accumulated pile of band tees. No matter that some can no longer be worn, those whose lives are...
I recently added Poda on Facebook. He's the guy who booked POPIK's gig in Novi Sad back in April 2017, and we lost touch after that. I didn't know his full name, so when he popped up in suggestions, I just hit add. This morning,...
Photo by Siegfried Poepperl In 2025, and now in 2026, I've been leaving and will continue leaving several beloved services I once enjoyed. This series will chronicle my exits and remind me why I did it. First on the list: Twitter. A few...
Back in 2004, I founded Izvan Svake Kontrole, an independent non-profit project that promotes the rock’n’roll subculture. What started as a radio show has grown over the years, and after 21 years, we’ve become a radio show, a TV show, a...
Hello and fuck you, my new favorite game For the last three nights, I've been experiencing panic attacks aboard the USG Ishimura. Despite being a horror fan, I somehow completely missed the Dead Space games, and now I'm tearing through...
Photo: Justin Frankel Last night, a man named Justin Frankel walked into my living room. I was sitting at my laptop, trying to edit my podcast. He came in uninvited and just slapped me hard. He didn't use his hand, though. Justin...
It's not about the sound anymore. It's about being seen and being a passive part of the circus. The music is just the backdrop for Instagram stories and brand activations.
After Rome and Valencia, Vienna finally pushed me to start writing down Routes Unknown, a running diary of a fat man exploring cities on foot
Another great Swedish vocalist succumbed to cancer
It's a one-off. No big picture. No 5-year plan. It's "secret" because I’m also learning to resist spilling everything for cheap dopamine hits (I am a sucker for "announcements").
No remaster. Only the original game, modded for additional greatness. And it got me thinking...
A post about coffee, pooping, and napping.
"Time moves on, but the clock remains!"
For almost a decade, after their song You, made me fall in love with punk rock, I hated the band called Bad Religion. And then they turned out to be one of my favorites ever.