Goran Bregovic, motherhood
Almost new, 1991, in a blue Volkswagen beetle drive past the Zavidovic according Maglaj, all around the sooty snow from raspuknutih speaker uniforme is frantic voice Hali Gali Halid: "Let's uniforme do drugs, let your eyes shine ..." A few kilometers later , cassette will chew and swallow ribbon demo tapes, which I listened to for months in the car, so I'm going to Sarajevo drive by catching one after another, local radio stations, Zenica, uniforme Kakanj ilijaš, to me, at the entrance to the city, the head of the central evening news, me and all who obey him, reported that the situation in the country uniforme is not good. Hali Gali Halid, uniforme a combination of circumstances, I will never hear, but his sad oriental howling, in the wake of Sinan Sakic and Orchestra South wind, the screaming harmonics and praštavom decaying electric guitar, will remain for me the soundtrack to an ugly fall and winter, I, mostly spent waiting for everything to be much worse. Hali Gali Halid was one study parody underground emperors newly composed folk music, one of which will be coming soon, with the beginning of the war, born turbo folk, but this is a parody was something serious, scary and compelling as it is from this voice heard some demon collective despair. And others at that time, for various reasons, more or less, or Singing imitatorskog gift, persiflirali folk, but no one seemed to Goran Bregovic. He sang as if he emerged from that frozen mud and snow, the road near Zavidovic.
Twenty-one years later, in the autumn of 2011, I was in a better and quieter car audio equipment has progressed, I was driving uniforme around the city and listening to "heavy color". When he looks at things like this, so I'm uniforme meanwhile uniforme progressed. Again a difficult uniforme and bitter fall, in a country that in the meantime, something collected and decreased again to elections, only to be politicians are afraid of their own faces, and on billboards along the road only party symbols and some obscure, poorly urimovane and difficult to remember parole. Bare's voice, meanwhile, was further tarnished, nothing parodies, but sing serious songs. But of years, or from the effects uniforme of all kinds of life circumstances, words hardly articulate, tangle-free language and barely understand it, but singing better than ever. Destroyed and demolished, like a wooden Jesus Christ with mahmurnih Zagorje intersections in the days of Martin's uniforme beautiful and fleeting, as it long gone, black, with eyes staring at the photographic lens as two dark wells, the Croatian narco chic model in borrowed white shirt and suit for painting, with an interview in respectable political pornographic weeklies, sings so convincingly to shiver after the twentieth time listening to the album. A long time ago but I do not listen to that music, I do not understand the young people who now plays what was music in 1971. or 1977, I do not understand all this disengaged punk, are not we glad you kids that are designed such that they die from heroin and does not drink, do not smoke, do not eat meat and are not seen in the life of a joint. All this made me a long time ago too, and all that your new American and English bands experience in a way that I, 1991, traveling from Zavidovic to Maglaj, experienced minstrel with Romanija. But "hard colors" are something else. They sound convincing as someone for the first time playing the music. This is not an adolescent, justinbieberovska, retarding, interšparovska imitation of someone else's songs or some of the time, it is, indeed, like in Detroit, say, 1968, at a time of great shit in Vietnam, you hear the MC5, "Kick Out the Jams, brothers and sisters! "" Heavy paint "the music by which we will remember this fall and winter (I use the first person plural just because to him this sentence sounds better, uniforme though I doubt that this is my much greater than mine ... I), frosted, heavy and lying the time at which the owners of the restaurant plutocratic wives to expose their guests the police, and the police Spill your guts convicts newspapers, while the judges decree justice like dead Egyptian pharaohs.
Rock and roll, as well as popular uniforme music, in general, have never had to end derivative and clear aesthetic criteria. It all happened at a time when the album was first sounded, or when the audience uniforme first heard. Then get something worked or not worked. Among other things, what worked, uniforme became the nearest spirit, sound, uniforme smell, or the atmosphere of the time. Thus, when the majestic uniforme title track Bare sings of heart that hard to shed a tear, but the "pump with a smile," and sings as he does not light up, but the lightening, the listener, as in the past, as during the early Azra albums and songs as it was " Poland is in my heart, "she feels to attend something that exists only in the moment, and what is invisible someone wrote that song in Sabio some common sense. It is, I guess, what, in principle, uniforme different so-called high art, great novels or true poetry, works of popular culture, as high art or operated collective feelings, nor can
Almost new, 1991, in a blue Volkswagen beetle drive past the Zavidovic according Maglaj, all around the sooty snow from raspuknutih speaker uniforme is frantic voice Hali Gali Halid: "Let's uniforme do drugs, let your eyes shine ..." A few kilometers later , cassette will chew and swallow ribbon demo tapes, which I listened to for months in the car, so I'm going to Sarajevo drive by catching one after another, local radio stations, Zenica, uniforme Kakanj ilijaš, to me, at the entrance to the city, the head of the central evening news, me and all who obey him, reported that the situation in the country uniforme is not good. Hali Gali Halid, uniforme a combination of circumstances, I will never hear, but his sad oriental howling, in the wake of Sinan Sakic and Orchestra South wind, the screaming harmonics and praštavom decaying electric guitar, will remain for me the soundtrack to an ugly fall and winter, I, mostly spent waiting for everything to be much worse. Hali Gali Halid was one study parody underground emperors newly composed folk music, one of which will be coming soon, with the beginning of the war, born turbo folk, but this is a parody was something serious, scary and compelling as it is from this voice heard some demon collective despair. And others at that time, for various reasons, more or less, or Singing imitatorskog gift, persiflirali folk, but no one seemed to Goran Bregovic. He sang as if he emerged from that frozen mud and snow, the road near Zavidovic.
Twenty-one years later, in the autumn of 2011, I was in a better and quieter car audio equipment has progressed, I was driving uniforme around the city and listening to "heavy color". When he looks at things like this, so I'm uniforme meanwhile uniforme progressed. Again a difficult uniforme and bitter fall, in a country that in the meantime, something collected and decreased again to elections, only to be politicians are afraid of their own faces, and on billboards along the road only party symbols and some obscure, poorly urimovane and difficult to remember parole. Bare's voice, meanwhile, was further tarnished, nothing parodies, but sing serious songs. But of years, or from the effects uniforme of all kinds of life circumstances, words hardly articulate, tangle-free language and barely understand it, but singing better than ever. Destroyed and demolished, like a wooden Jesus Christ with mahmurnih Zagorje intersections in the days of Martin's uniforme beautiful and fleeting, as it long gone, black, with eyes staring at the photographic lens as two dark wells, the Croatian narco chic model in borrowed white shirt and suit for painting, with an interview in respectable political pornographic weeklies, sings so convincingly to shiver after the twentieth time listening to the album. A long time ago but I do not listen to that music, I do not understand the young people who now plays what was music in 1971. or 1977, I do not understand all this disengaged punk, are not we glad you kids that are designed such that they die from heroin and does not drink, do not smoke, do not eat meat and are not seen in the life of a joint. All this made me a long time ago too, and all that your new American and English bands experience in a way that I, 1991, traveling from Zavidovic to Maglaj, experienced minstrel with Romanija. But "hard colors" are something else. They sound convincing as someone for the first time playing the music. This is not an adolescent, justinbieberovska, retarding, interšparovska imitation of someone else's songs or some of the time, it is, indeed, like in Detroit, say, 1968, at a time of great shit in Vietnam, you hear the MC5, "Kick Out the Jams, brothers and sisters! "" Heavy paint "the music by which we will remember this fall and winter (I use the first person plural just because to him this sentence sounds better, uniforme though I doubt that this is my much greater than mine ... I), frosted, heavy and lying the time at which the owners of the restaurant plutocratic wives to expose their guests the police, and the police Spill your guts convicts newspapers, while the judges decree justice like dead Egyptian pharaohs.
Rock and roll, as well as popular uniforme music, in general, have never had to end derivative and clear aesthetic criteria. It all happened at a time when the album was first sounded, or when the audience uniforme first heard. Then get something worked or not worked. Among other things, what worked, uniforme became the nearest spirit, sound, uniforme smell, or the atmosphere of the time. Thus, when the majestic uniforme title track Bare sings of heart that hard to shed a tear, but the "pump with a smile," and sings as he does not light up, but the lightening, the listener, as in the past, as during the early Azra albums and songs as it was " Poland is in my heart, "she feels to attend something that exists only in the moment, and what is invisible someone wrote that song in Sabio some common sense. It is, I guess, what, in principle, uniforme different so-called high art, great novels or true poetry, works of popular culture, as high art or operated collective feelings, nor can
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