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All of it is somewhat insane.
The foyer of the cinema, see. That's where centre of underground happenings is.
Incredible it may sound, that's how it is.
That is why we're an Invisible Nation.
Cause things always happen where one alive would expect them to.
My name is Darko Kovačević, 32 years old...
and I'm on another planet here.
"Hello! This is a story what I do every day!"
"Every day, early in the I get up..."
"Every day, early in morning, I leave..."
"...for the factory, to the factory."
In this entire marginal I'm the marginal one.
And what am I supposed to do?
Only... To shoot...
I could make a documentary the Marginals.
Only they're a bit difficult to deal I'm not sure if they'd agree.
Still, it's worth a try.
What is going on here?
It sounds interesting, except think it's a bit, erm...
Me?! I don't know...
It's not bad. It's interesting. I like it.
Since I've buried myself here, and been doing anything for years.
Nothing normal. Only figures and numbers.
And I've come to wish for something different.
But do I really deserve that make a film about me...
Isn't there anybody better?
Or someone worthier?
A hero of some sort. A hero of labour.
"Psychedelics, psychedelics..."
So, you want to get some on the camera
and what you think is OK to cut, you edit.
So, you've already begun. It you have tricked me.
I knew it!
But there is plenty of material, everything. I can give you.
For the whole thing to be shaped place, to get it fixed up.
If you really want to do it.
"Come and see the exhibition bureaucratic creations"
"It's a new art form, case you didn't know"
"The entry fee is but a two months' salary"
"Your lousy two-day fee"
INVISIBLE NATION
"Come you workers as well, who that nobody appreciates you?"
"Here, they display people in cages"
"Come, workers, we will give you a cage."
"With a bit of luck, you might get bought"
"You will be bought by a manager a three-storey house"
"It is he you will serve, what you have deserved"
"You will play horsey for his children"
"And the food will be plentiful"
"Better than at home"
"They are opening new factories canned food for workers"
"You will receive silver and gilded saddles"
"Come on, workers"
"We'll find you a bureaucrat, find a bureaucrat"
"For each of you, for each of you"
Social science, or the science society, teaches us
that man is actually a synthesis of own social roles and functions
There are certain social groups that are as dead ends of civilisation
they simply lead their own way of life
which manifests through customs, and approach to reality.
They are attempting to carry out the of their own social role
And then make a mockery of themselves.
A caricature of the modern, civilised Man.
But why do they do that?
They do it unwittingly, for an aesthetic
approach to life, which tells them that...
...something stinks here.
Oh, we're beginning? Off we go.
"You can smell *** in our town"
"They're all around us"
"They smell disgusting, they stink!"
P I O N E E R S
"What a ***, our is desperate ***"
"But our town has the beautiful sun..."
It all started sometime around '78
One week...
Before that, I'd listened to all sorts of stuff
But none of it satisfied me completely
We live in a world that a lot of information
That can be perceived in various ways
But what young people, as it recognise nowadays is
some sort of aesthetic, philosophy.
And then one week, in a programme "Sunday afternoon"
in which they accidentally said was a band over in England
that was banned for some song
And that they would, like, show it on now, so we could see for ourselves.
That's how it was, Tirnanić had show called "Video maniac"
At the beginning of the around that time.
And I remember he warned the to chase away the kids
for he was about to play really wicked.
Dangerous to young people, because could create a revolution in
the flat, house, building, school, whatnot.
Dad was sleeping in the armchair, snoring
I was afraid he'd heard it, so would really drive me away
Who knows, the man might as have played a ***...
However, since Dad was fast asleep...
I moved closer to the TV, cuddled up, pressed my ears against the speaker
And wondered what the man going to play now.
And he played "God Save the by the Sex Pistols.
Man, I bounced back from screen when I heard that
That moment they played the with "God Save the Queen"
I was sitting with my and Dad in the room
I was left astonished riveted to the chair
when I saw that band.
And I realised it was the thing, what I'd needed.
Sometime around '78, when the Pistols record was released
my girlfriend and I got it from her father
who was taking groups of pensioners to Greece
And it was record #1 over and he bought it
and brought it, not knowing what it was
And he said, "Kids, this is something most modern in Greece"
And they were actually the Sex Pistols.
And that was the first we'd heard the Pistols
And we liked the music a lot.
It was way different from we had previously heard.
It was really rebellious and tough.
When in those early 80s late 70s, a band called
"Pekinška Patka" (Pekinese Duck) played, first saw them here at a music festival
and they left a great and impression in me.
While I could not explain to what kind of music it was.
Vita Simurdić, the musical editor Radio Novi Sad back then,
as the musical editor of the (Youth) festival in Subotica
practically launched New here in Subotica.
It was a kind of turning when the music festival
switched from a 'one pop' phase something completely different
and it was quite stressful, as for town that organised the festival,
as for the people in political circles, without one could not operate in those days.
Even now, I cannot explain what kind energy it was that set me going.
The only thing I know is that kept boring people for a week
repeating I had seen something so that I couldn't snap out of it.
I might say it was some sort of initiation.
A social, pedigree...
I didn't even need to be in a band,
nor have a particular hair colour, or style of clothing.
It simply fell into place.
So, an ideal pedigree, anyway.
It's probably why it lasted, and still lasts.
Soon after that I started that way,
to act that way, to collect related to punk.
I came home that night, and in my record collection,
in which I had things by Pink Floyd, The Beatles, and so on...
Do I have anything of all that that might resemble?
I fingered through all my records, did not find anything similar,
so I decided I had to a record like that.
I was probably the first on these railings
who sat like that and was being at by everyone passing by
who just kept crossing themselves, for had no idea who, or what that was.
Everyone was passing by here, I was sitting... Alone!
There, a bit further up. And I was...
To myself, I was cool!
As for them, I'm not what they thought.
Say, the first of those interesting people
was Dragan, singer of the punk group "Nade inkubatora" (Hopes from the Incubator)
and he was dating my friend at that time.
That was, sort of, my contact with punk.
Since everyone at school us by our eccentricity
all of them knew we were going to at some guitar festival
and half of the school turned up at the and Pioneers'" cenre to see us.
We played two songs then made a mess
because nobody could play properly.
I sort of picked a bit...
We even got some totally good gear.
The one that was playing the was jumping on it at the end
the man whose the organ totally flipped.
We had bought a big of safety pins
and were throwing them at the audience.
The crowd was overjoyed.
Because all the bands that played before and after us
had this thing to stand still and play
while we were total dressed insanely.
I had a bayonet taped to my guitar,
I even stabbed the singer in shoulder whilst playing.
Near the end I took off the and used it to play.
After the second song the said we could come off
however, the audience, since were our crowd from school
shouted and thumped, asking for more
and they wanted more, and more.
And then the organisers that we play more.
But what were we supposed to when we had only two songs?
In each Local Community could find an
association that worked operated there.
A chess club, pensioners' or similar...
In Subotica the punks to exotic places,
such as the Club of the Visually Impaired that of those with a hearing disability.
Why there? Well, because the were the cheapest over there
so you could *** for little cash,
and the people were also interesting.
For they were also from the rest.
And punks were likewise different.
It's interesting how in those regardless of the propaganda
that we were "black devils",
those people reacted cool
so we kept turning rounds drinks with them
And they reacted to us quite friendly a way
Since we had also accepted They were surely glad
that people who had physical handicaps
gladly kept going there to drink.
We really had no prejudices
and the *** was also cheap.
We had to manage in ways for gigs
to find locations and time.
We were mostly turned down
so we pulled acts like: We'll play Tito's Fund, go ahead, ban us.
I went to the Socialist Youth of Yugoslavia
to see if they can help the youth.
There was a geezer who, despite being shabby and all,
received us so nicely and us with "Pelinkovac"
and we sat and talked, and talked him - I don't remember his name.
And he set us up to play.
He went like: "guys, there's no other way, start with the garden of the JNA"
JNA - The People's Army of Yugoslavia.
At that time, me and guys from the band,
there was a bigger gang already more bands...
We had to submit typed lyrics
to those people at community offices
which they would read out at meetings
and decide if they morally politically conformed
or not.
And based on their conclusions concert could be held
or could not be held. decision was theirs.
"Flies gather on ***"
"The corps have gone to dance"
"The hysteria is widespread"
"Anger is boiling in people"
"Somewhere in my country"
"An irredentist *** and molests"
"A handful of chauvinists to strangle the country."
"Yugoslavia, wake up!"
They said we were not going to sing that You couldn’t sing that in those days.
Which year was that. How years could it be?
I started early with the so called "scenes".
It was the summer holiday between 6th and 7th grades elementary.
I don't know how many years that is.
Maths...
Fourteen years... 39 minus 14 is...
Twenty-five.
2006 minus 25 is... It in eighty-one! There!
So, under jurisdiction of the "Centar Local community, we operated a disco.
like, youth is working, creating...
We charged entry fee and were up the disco with the money,
buying records, a decks, whatnot.
We made loudspeakers...
We mostly made them ourselves, nobody had that kind of money.
That's where I started working, means very early.
And that's where I met people who a bit older and different.
It was not like elementary school,
and we began with the punk very soon.
In my, sort of, beginnings was also a punk
but that didn't last.
However, there were always and they kept coming.
One thing is certain,
the destination for all who were from the town and outside
was the flat of Mirčez, Mirko Stoilkov.
It was one of those "must places, after the pubs,
and the town centre, it was his flat.
There we traded music, and such.
It was the place where you get the latest fanzines.
"I think it isn't right, that comrade who's just spoken..."
"talks about communism, about how..."
"How can he say he would contribute the development of socialism"
"when he sings just about at events like this?"
"In what way is he contributing to the of the socialist society?"
"Indeed, perhaps that's right question..."
"that needs no further comment."
"Your blood runs in me, conscience lives in me"
"You are the brain, I am body, a fucken machine!"
"Do not think I agree, do not think I agree"
"Do not think I agree with plans for my tomorrow"
"I do not want to be your I want to be dead"
"Do not think I agree, do not think I agree"
"We're not idiots, let it be that this is socialism"
"Let's kill the bourgeois, are laughing at us."
T H E S Y S T E M
We could say that society, the people were drawn around that new wave
were unconventional at the time.
Those were people who did not behave they did not like work drives,
did not like the music that listened to at the time,
the did not fit in.
Well, yes, there were. There was quite number of people who were different
from the youth that went school back then.
They looked different, behaved differently,
and it seems to me that they expected different from life itself.
The were recruited from the place where they ended up.
In folk music, heavy metal, tough guy gangs...
My generation agrees, that what we'd before we turned 18,
went through - not many of them will have taste of that in their entire lifetime.
But, you know...
Yes, a lot of them didn't survive. ended up like me, better or worse,
but when it's fast, man, then...
When it's a fast drive, crashes quickly.
They only wanted to play, nothing special
Neither create any cultural nor anything else
The only and foremost idea was
that they do something, as to get out of that standstill.
No, no way. To change the environment?
It's impossible.
It's even a bigger utopia than one that gets me going.
There was a creative charge, every possible sense,
artistic - to draw, - to make fanzines,
to create a vibrant, forceful music,
that the lyrics differ from those milk-and-water lyrics
of those burnt-out rock, so called lyricists.
And that creative charge the people going
to do things that others were afraid couldn't, or simply wouldn't do.
I think it was a kind of rebellion the entire system.
Generally, a rebellion against grown-ups,
against what was ordinary,
or imposed as a kind of existence.
There was no superficial attitude the world and the people,
but a little, and sometimes even a bit more
profound perception, understanding, and of things around yourself
and yourself in relation to others.
There was too much freaking,
the essence of punk was not present,
it was more like alcohol, aggression, violence,
subtle provocation...
Even the band I was with played something Beirut, which is totally stupid.
Nobody there really knew they were doing.
We were all doing it because thought it was great.
Youth will be youth.
The wasn't any philosophy in us playing
or doing concerts so that would talk about us.
That's all rubbish.
We were busting all possible clichés, were not being done in the usual way,
It was all done in a different fashion.
Along with that, in a and media sense
you simply could not surface.
What people were creating, they were doing,
was not considered to be a product, rather their work of art.
"Dim the lights, *** the that's it, man!"
"You are crossing the river in a boat, are crossing the river in a boat"
"But you are not pushed afloat"
"Your heart is yours only, heart is yours only..."
Those from the committee, the ASYY, the of Communists, or whatever it was...
They were preventing in all possible ways
because it was all organised based on another system
and not the principles of the Socialist Association, or something like that.
To them, it represented a potential danger,
I'm convinced of that!
Has anyone talked about paranoia?
"You can't, you can't!"
The second we say the name of band: "You can't, you can't!"
"Why can't we?" "You that's how it is!"
"Because you always erupt a scandal!"
We're not calm, to be tied a post and play like that,
But we're, well, a little different.
That was generally anathematized.
There were restrictions, you could come in such-and-such clothes.
We won't let you into school you appear dressed normally.
Those were, of course, only threats I wasn't even a bad student
but we really had because of that.
And then we went there, played, were pretty unrehearsed,
and then, according to the punk iconography, singer started to swear at the audience,
the crowd cursed back.
There was quite a number of and soldiers there,
our friends,
and then the concert was interrupted.
And then a decision came some committee, to ban
the band as well as certain from playing.
From that day forward, other set us to play before them
like stars, to play last, I mean,
so as not to interrupt the they would play before us.
It's hard to explain it today, it's consequence of the overall climate.
But the climate could change, from position I definitely know it.
I've done lots of things in life, those for which you could say
that were forbidden topics for that period
I managed to animate them.
I can't claim particular credit for that,
nor say I had great courage.
Back then, it was simply such a system it was unpopular to stick out.
It could be good, but it also be very, very bad.
If you found no way to talk to people that made the decisions
and if they were the old school, and were around in quite big numbers...
It was enough that the man in charge the cultural issues in the Party
or some kind of Bureau of culture
and simply wouldn't grasp it
so they only restrain you keep pushing you back
while you're not even aware happening to you.
You have the impression that you're the best thing possible
and reach a certain phase - someone turns you around.
Who? You don't know. simply have no idea.
In those days we had cultural happening -
there they also banned us from playing
under the name "Hopes the incubator"
as soon as they'd heard we wanted to play.
Then we enlisted as "The Gang".
I just came to me, like that,
and we sent another to register us,
and then they thought was another band,
that played some rock, or what and so it was over like that.
We went to the theatre and complete costumes there,
striped things, fat stripes, suits with ties,
hats, white hats, red carnations,
wigs, this long.
First we changed, and recognised us.
A man who'd played with us for five years
was sitting in the front and when we got on stage
we played the song "Suburbian Girl"
He was watching, and later told me:
"Man, I know the song, but I know what band it is!"
After the firs song, I off the wig and said:
"You are looking at the from the incubator!"
There was a complete chaos in the crowd,
the police instantly came in,
and we were ordered off stage right away.
However, we gave a terrific concert then.
I smashed up the lights a bit, the gear they had there
but the gig was fantastic.
We also had some following this.
They thought it was a marginal incident, and not attach too much importance to it.
But at lower levels... Low - low intelligence.
They concluded...
that they might earn a few or receive credit
from those above.
So they were in a hurry to show even eagerness from those above.
They meant to prove themselves way, how they handle
those spies, that western *** -
and they acted with fair brutality in communities when it came to punks.
There were 4 or 5 police who entered
so that they beat the man who let them in.
There were 5-6 of us friends...
They beat us!
Even though I did not receive any for I was wearing glasses...
There was plenty. There were that make you tougher.
Batons, fights and so...
and all of it was very fair and with great sportsmanship
and nobody was seriously injured.
I repeat, it only makes you tougher.
I you chose punk as a means distinguish yourself
it is then, as I have learned over the years,
the most unsafe and risky way make yourself different.
But, at Pirba's they a coated truncheon.
Like some screw wrapped a kind of tether
and it looked like a tiny bat.
And then they kept hitting in the head with it.
It was quite some time ago, you know,
and you could say these the beginnings
and while at the same time some found it
neat, the majority considered horrible and disgusting,
Nazi, stupid, scumbags, evil, and stuff...
There were the slaps, then not getting with the authorities, our parents,
not being able to get along with neighbours. I don't know...
You could hang out with only a few people. I still hang out with them this very day.
In 1982 that, as they called 'Nazi punk' happened,
when the regime and the police wanted totally crack up that company
they invented a fable it was 'Nazi punk'
and some us then ended up in prison.
A lot of the people pulled out They got scared, and gave up.
"I think it isn't right that the who's spoken earlier on"
talked about communism and how has nothing to do with Nazism.
If he's a punk, then he ought to what punk has to do with Nazism.
Because if he thinks punk unrelated to Nazism,
he is no punk."
Just as a gang of teenagers didn't who they were, what they were,
neither did the system understand, it was afraid of something.
I have read it somewhere National Security
managed to infiltrate their own into the group "Laibach"
as a bass player. Have heard about that?
My drum player got it worst, way he shouldn't have.
When that, so called, punk' happened
he was in the army
and they, the National Security, him for more than a week.
And then he said to me: "For ***'s these guys know everything!"
When we were in the forest, on crappy picnic, for instance,
they literally knew it all!
The song we played, they knew it all!
It's something insane.
Then I realised something was going on. was someone in that society...
Because, to know such personal things...
It meant there was somebody was tipping off.
There were bannings, they tore posters, interrupted concerts
but I believe some other scribblers dealing with those things.
Someone decided to do something the Party and the Revolution
and break up the 'little mercenaries and agents'.
Why would someone want expelled from school?
Which local official would for such a thing?
Or does he really exist?
I wouldn't say I have problems the system or the authorities,
it's rather the ordinary and the environment.
These things were present earlier as well, now it's all much more intensive.
In the past, the police had problems with such groups
now it's more intensive with ordinary people around us.
Yes, mostly with the elderly citizens.
Some of them were more some only made remarks
but some others were furious about it.
One was immediately characterised
as ***, as the waste of society,
like someone who is plain not worthy.
Although they knew nothing about us.
Whenever we went to guitar festivals the nearby towns or villages -
Vrbas, Zmajevo, Apatin, etc...
There were always problems, with the locals.
It was like, the band comes to and then they kick their butt.
The band I was with, after performance at a festival,
the local blokes call the singer:
"You were awesome! Come have some brandy!"
And he goes with them, when there are friends of the one that praised him
and then they smash him.
No, in Vrbas it was another incident, the group "The Marseillaise"
they were attacked by the crowd, that happened in Apatin.
We were playing our song *** your Dear Mother"
and the audience jumped on the and started chasing us
but we escaped.
That's exactly what I wanted to say. a small community like this one...
even it happening was provocative.
For instance, the "Debili u prolazu" Passing by) had around 15 concerts
and some 14 of those were Every time.
Sometimes because they couldn’t be called sometimes because of the improvisations,
the threw in their hit *** your Dear Mother"
Then they would be taken off stage.
"Cars going by..."
"Fiats going..."
"And Golfs also..."
"...and I *** their dear to all of them"
"I *** your dear mother, *** your dear mother..."
I was chased by, as I some 15-20 people
I always wondered, I do now, what's with the
14-15 people surplus, since two them are quite enough for me
I don't know what the others wanted.
And whilst I was running, I prayed God not to run into a blind alley.
That was the first time I was there. I afraid they would catch up to me,
I even did sports at that time.
I was only afraid that I fly into a dead end
and that the mob would not catch me.
Their one and only concert that interrupted was when
Stopar was absent from the band.
It was the 'New primitivism' 'New primitivism'.
Certain things worked back then even
before it spread onto a larger scale.
Stopar's experiment really interesting.
I still like to listen to it sometimes.
Since he was the one that set to that 'New primitivism'
which was quite sincere an to rock and roll.
'Decomposition of rock roll', we could say.
Since we've always had, still have a local
creative ghetto here,
anything that was happening, in these circles.
A few excursions outside these are barely noticeable.
"My stomach is now full, drank a bottle of Coke,
"I lay on a naked woman, I'm a happy bloke."
Y O U T H
Another thing that influenced me was
The 'Omladina' (Youth) music festival was being organised in Subotica
each year, in May.
I must say, it was one of rare windows to the world
through which we could see was actually happening.
It was always the same involved here,
I think now he has a consulting agency
and his name is Sava Duvnjak.
He was the man for the the 'Gat in the Night'
He was most likely the moving of the whole thing.
No, I was no functionary.
I recommended myself for festival in 1986,
when they shut down the Centre and it was
taken over by the "Workers' University", did the radio press that year.
I was supposed to be of the press centre
and I obviously showed more capacity
so I got the lion's share the organisation.
That whole thing with the music festival
and a lot of people from all of the former Yugoslavia
had a major influence, an on my understanding
of the importance of communion, importance of gathering
of young people at events like that.
In 1987, the 'Omladina' the image of the town.
It was such a festival, such concerts,
that the next day it wasn't same town anymore.
It had completely changed the in the heads of the people.
It was a real fine team of that did the whole thing
and I believe that we no slips at the time.
We didn't leave out anything serious was going on in these parts.
To make things clear, all bands that performed
later made quite a career.
Not in sense of platinum but they became legends.
Those seven people, the ever mighty they brought the decisions:
Pera Janjatović, Vladimir Krešo Palamenta
Ognjen Tvrtković, Marijan and so on.
A very strong team of people.
Every now and then, the technical of the festival were
Dragan Kremer in Belgrade, in Zagreb,
a really powerful team.
Sometimes it would happen we were fore-fore band!
That you won't see that anywhere else!
"When the pasha's spouse'd that grave a word"
"that the pasha'd passed to the other world"
"that instant a teardrop from her eye"
"and the pasha's darling"
"just fell down to die."
"Allah ill Allah Salaam al' Lekum!"
Bands that were coming other republics
to that 'Omladina' festival
other Republics meaning the ones that the SFRY back then...
always had a kind of 'protector'
people who were looking their interests.
When they'd play, how be handled, etc.
For instance, the Slovenian selector taking care of the Slovenian bands
Journalists from Belgrade were bands from those parts
However, there was behind our backs.
We really should mention our local who created something here.
Unfortunately, due to the limited programme space
despite some of our bands at the Festival
as both freestyle, or of the main programme
most of this presence was quite trivial.
We were so much on our own
that we didn't know when, for long we were to play.
We knew nothing. We were and slapped around.
They simply said: "Come on, play. If you play now, you don't even have to"
It was a totally wrong attitude towards us.
In Subotica, there had never been anyone
who would lead a trend that would have
accommodated the Margin the Underground.
Perhaps a few isolated attempts to do a
group or one-band concert
for some of the promising bands.
Beside that, these things no particular attention.
They could not find the right man get down to it and organise it.
Sava Duvnjak was a big to us at the time,
he was a journalist in those days
and sometimes he was those bands of ours.
His interviews were not noticed too much.
You can't notice something on 22 of a local newspaper.
But he kept pushing us. And those festivals, happenings
he was trying to get us a chance
to show what we could do. We showed it only once.
I think they weren't trying hard enough.
Perhaps they weren't trying at all.
They may have had an inferiority compared to Novi Sad, Belgrade,
Zagreb, Ljubljana, Sarajevo those bigger centres.
That's exactly it - the and egg situation.
First you have to bring something to the people, create an audience
that would attend those concerts.
But there was no way to make music reach the people
which was the reason why things happening the way they were.
We thought it would come by itself,
that someone would get to like us,
and say: "Damn, these are we have to record them!"
However, it never happened.
I think it wasn't quality worth mentioning,
perhaps later on, the of the 90s,
when quality bands started to emerge.
Those were the kids that had teenagers in the 80s,
they only needed some time to mature.
"I'm the needle, keep me inside you"
"I'm the one you need, are fake"
"You have a brain, go for a spin"
"I want to see how much you care"
"Man like a needle, better than a needle..."
"I can be so cold"
"And next to you, it's all better"
"You're wondering what of fire that is"
"You're wondering what of state you're in"
"Man like a needle, better than a needle..."
That community was able to offer sort of content after all.
To constantly vibrate with creativity,
to produce something.
The only problem was that the whole thing running in closed circle. Entirely.
It meant that the people who you hated
were not going to discover the band get to like it, and wear T-shirts
with their logo.
They were safe from getting the wrong hands.
That's the need to feel so typical of the punk,
I am going to speak for it, since I'm in it.
It's not running from reality, escaping from your problems
or trying to get away from happening around us
but a desire not to get involved in it.
Being different is only need not to take part.
Society is like a Leviathan, a beast.
Society loves only its workers, its clones
that will contribute to what it's striving for
the values it represents
and often it's the embodiment evil, boredom and stupidity.
In that second half of the 80s, Ristić came to town
and made a chaos with the theatre.
There was a show in every place,
the town was full of people the outside, from abroad,
bands were coming.
Well, when Ljubiša Ristić around, it was...
He worked by his own rules, no agreement with anyone.
He brought in bands and who were already close,
so that in a small town this, we could see:
the "UK Subs", the "EX", "Misty in Roots"...
They had come to our here in Subotica
while they didn't bother to other, much bigger cities.
Yes, it was a quality scene back then.
A lot of those new bands off in those days.
That whole scene had a great impact us, who were growing up then.
"Ludolf Neum and his jukebox"
Not because my friends play there,
but because one should listen that kind of music, I think.
Their music has quite a effect, on me, anyway,
and I've heard it from others it's very inspiring.
"Ludolf Neum and his jukebox"
"on frequency"
"He's a singer, I'm a sidewalk-radio"
"A child of pinball and rhythm machines"
"I'm a singer, I don't know who I am"
"Neither where I live, nor what I do"
"I'm the singer from the Residents, for the singer from the Residents..."
And so, a total bust.
That was in Subotica in the 80s...
"The sky has fallen, Sun has gone out"
"And everything is wasted, over"
"All has broken, and all has sunk"
"It all makes me sick, it's all fuzzy"
"I have to leave, I have to run away"
"Hide someplace, or kill myself"
"Cause I'm totally wasted lost everything"
"Life's turned into a horror movie"
"All, all, all is ruined... All, all has crumbled to dust..."
"We're wrecked both you and I."
I have no objections! good the way it is.
Whatever you're interested in, just me, I'll tell you stories...
from 500 years ago!
The 90s!
The nineties belong to the worst years...
The nineties belong to worst years of our...
The nineties, nineties...
"I'm the customs, the police and the I'm the manager and the assistant!"
"I'm the conductor, the mailman and the I'm the thief and the currency dealer"
"I'm blood, I'm lymph, I'm the spinal cord"
"I'm the almighty dumhead, baddest thing. Kiss me!"
A N A R C H Y
The nineties belong to the worst we lived through together
and as far as musical happenings are they were quite fruitful
which comes as quite a surprise.
I don't remember anything the nineties!
And I hardly remember from the nineties.
"Cause I'm a big pivot-man, I am"
"Cause I'm a big pivot-man, I am"
"Cause I've got a pole"
Aha, somewhere here. I Started out with Mirčez and DrFuzz,
I met Septic.
And quite many other faces who disappeared from the scene.
And then it was all interesting to me, and thought that's how it's supposed to be.
It started sometime in the if I remember correctly,
a small gang of underground gathered here,
it was music that you listen to everywhere.
And it was the same number of people persisted all those years,
starting back in the eighties.
Except they were now much older, some younger ones came, too,
to fill in for those who dead or had gone abroad.
So it's always the same number.
Just as the number of inhabitants changed for 100 years,
the number of alternatives the same for 25 years.
"General mobilisation" till death"
"Wheat awaits its price"
"General mobilisation"
"An appeal to save the ill"
"You have betrayed yourselves"
"The longest day in Sarajevo's history"
"Religious violence i Egypt" Oh, *** it!
"Lonely Serbia"
"An appeal to the journalists Yugoslavia: Truth above all!"
"Peace beside anxiety"
"Renewed bloody fights" among refugees"
And when it all cracked Croatia, in 91/92,
we received a kind offer Ljubiša Ristić,
who was then still Director the People's Theatre,
that Mečka and I weekly concerts
of then totally unestablished groups from Serbia.
And that's how we managed to enter circles of new alternative music.
It was actually a pop culture,
but was no pop-culture this environment.
What they had then, really western culture,
but in this town it was a different story.
I don't know what, you go fighting in town...
They were a lot more to us in those days,
to all of us girls,
than nerds. While there many of those, either.
Or those who were criminals, with such impulses.
We were more interested in those were creating something
and become cool in a original way.
Not the way men do it today.
Velibor Krstić - Velja, butcher by profession.
- What do you play? The drums.
Mečka! Aleksandar Petrović Mečka.
What do you do?
I play the guitar.
Zvonko Sarić
I'm Gusztav, nice to meet you.
Čemerla, horn.
I'm the singer! - He's the driver!
What's your name?
Kurandero!
Nil. What I'm seeing and here is zero.
Because none of this from any sort of
childish *** anymore.
But I can understand as well. Why not?
It's a product of frustration, the creative spirit.
Has any of them perhaps been impeded
while Milošević was authority this so-called country?
I wouldn't say anyone them from doing it...
That's inner dissidence...
characteristic of generation X.
For all generations from the end the 60s, and up to the 80s.
They're all resigned.
That whole nation is resigned.
As in political, as economical sense.
And I reckon these reactions exactly from that.
"One for the Serbs, the other for the the third for the Muslims"
"The three nebulosities!"
"I was looking for an answer, only homeland!"
"Silos and tractors, a family of farmers!"
"A smoked cigarette falls into agony"
"I've got the answer, you fucken ***!"
"I did not complain, and I lost my hair!"
"The lottery prize has been drawn, farewell, hookahs!"
"Left hand, right one, the water boiled"
"My entire family was shot against a wall!"
So, this pub opened, was called 'Gustav'
and it had no concept, particular purpose...
After the 'Pivnica', which have to mention here,
for a brief period it was an gathering place
that gave way to the when it was closed.
So, those folks went over to the 'Gustav'
where a bartender worked who played 'The Clash'
and it was at that time both and unthinkable
that someone would play music in pubs.
And people started talking
and they began bringing music to be played.
That's my name, but I have nothing to with that, I worked there as a waiter
and everybody could their own music.
And thanks to the tapes been bringing
in the end we took the place over.
Finally, all our bands played there.
In the end, some Mexican making a film there
while a band was playing...
For once more, we had hope in hopelessness and isolation
which we were yet to confront.
Our next guest, as it was is going to be Felix
and specially for this occasion, he's being by 'Evil bands of Subotica'
Later, when the 'Gustav' also closed, that crowd
had no place to go, so Club' was created,
founded by Zoran and Helena, who refuge from the war here.
There were also good concerts I started doing the DJs.
We were probably making the better club parties.
For instance, DJ Palotai come from Budapest,
Felix Lajkó would also come play alongside that music.
And that's how we'd built pretty good image.
Afterwards, they talked about that Budapest and did a combination
with Palotai, Boban Marković and Felix.
I was full of hope when they started the techno-rave revolution
cultural and aesthetical...
but they *** it up the the started it.
The ideological principle that had been until then, was totally wasted
and a vacuum was a window opened
there is youth, there is energy, and ought to be filled with content.
Someone might even call genuine freedom.
For me it's generally art, and you go, music happened
the music saved me.
It appeared as the only help those roughest times.
The only step out into freedom.
When there is nothing you can do, all the doors are closed,
when everything is terrible...
You can always take an a guitar
and put together a song. And that's it.
Well, that's why it is good and appealing,
for there is no way you adopt or learn anything
unless it starts with imitation.
It's imperative that this isn't pointless
but to create a new quality.
Every child or adult imitates something
because he likes it or finds it interesting
does it in his own way.
And expressing yourself this way, the general crowd is interesting,
especially when it falls far the cultural mainstream.
Because it then carries a taste danger, or wickedness at least.
"We're going, going, going, ouch! We're nowhere and we started nowhere"
"We ended up where they say better days ahead"
"We're fine like this, I want to do every day, I haven't cried yet"
"jumped to the rhythm, countless questions not going to ask, my friends roam around"
"I keep wondering, I've known it for ages, I don't read, I don't feel like it"
"I know there is a God, crime and drugs, all clear, yet I don't understand"
"Only die you must, I guess I do that, I'll die until then"
"I'm not promising, nor do I swear. has somebody above them"
The don't give me a passport, I'd go the good guys are bad witnesses"
For some it's OK, a little worse for others
E X I S T E N T I A L I S M
Oh, come on, Savlador Frik, Ludolf Neum.
I was in the 7th grade elementary all of it was happening
but I was attending all that, and was a sort of beginning for me.
What we've done here is for this town, but
out there, in the big world, it already seen its mutations
and nowadays I'm not really that new music anymore.
It developed here in a rather strange way
for people didn't have a information flow.
As for me, for instance, I up in the breakbeat scene
which not many people listen to here, but I still push it.
And some of them still those old cult bands.
They're autarchic, they need no one and have that world of theirs
in which everything is spinning in circles
and they need nothing beyond that.
Is it some kind of defeatism?
We're all individually different, all have different qualities
we all have different and potentials,
but the times are such, that people chipping away, wearing off.
In the end, we'll probably come down to...
finally, we'll all just end up into the sewage works.
It appears that they have to rebel against
and suddenly there are thousands thousands of reasons for it
but their excuse is that they grasped some of it all.
I personally think you have learn to swim somehow,
to stay afloat...
Go to work, but let that be the only thing you do
i like action and - *** it, bye.
"The west is laughing at us, has us by the balls we've sold our soul and have nowhere to go"
"Soaked with sweat, stained with blood, we rush hopelessness, and we all want to be first"
"Just one more moment is enough for all of to get going, each and every one of us"
"to redeem what is ours, and not the Americans kick our ***"
"Let's raise our heads, and not let go of our as if it were something worth keeping"
"Let's squeeze the maggot of nationalism of our souls, in the claws of racism"
"For the police to serve the people, not the people to serve the police"
"We've had enough terror at the precincts, had enough of the corruption"
"Neverhood, *** the mother of all of you, *** the mother of all of you"
"We're never in the neighbourhood, in the neighbourhood..."
All this *** happened, all these wars...
to me, it was all senseless and stupid.
For ***'s sake, someone's like this, the other's that, and now we slaughter each other
but, fine, let's get the and run down the Rolls!
Even if it was no war between nations, was definitely a class war.
And afterwards we'll just sit *** around a campfire.
It's quite a lucid world.
And I reckon, there is a charm to it ultimately,
a very unique charm, that is
a sort of a loser charm, filled with irony...
If we're going to mock each other, that be an intelligent mockery.
We're not going to whine forever how everything is, and how broke we are.
If we're going to sing about onions bacon, let's do it with style.
So that it isn't mere but mockery.
Peaceful cynicism. Unimposed cynicism.
That's exactly what I think it is.
There is some ingenuity, all those bands
having always been on the verge of anticlimax of musical decadence.
Music has not died, in my opinion. it's only what I think.
All that was sincere, that was done before
it has managed to survive now. It still works.
Punk isn't dead, but stinks as if it were.
Rebellion will yield its results
but hardly within the one hundred years.
One of these days someone really get pissed off
and it will happen - something we've all been waiting for
but we'll not going to live to see it.
Or a meteor might crash into and we'd all go to hell.
"Black Friday omen, walking off the road"
"but the image is blurry, chance! the lyric from the hood"
"stereotypical memories, the of fallen generations"
"Wherever we are, meaningful of our parts follow us"
"where we share the concrete with killers, beggars, and the ragtag"
"blonde babes, steal and shut up the regime"
"the system stinks as a *** all of them gangsters"
"on the front pages, and us find sitting in pubs"
"not in *** parties, posies don't live in fairytales"
"Serbia on tracks, on rails for 18 we've got no *** from life"
"but needles, we give a damn we're drunk as skunks"
"old folks in the *** of confiscated flats"
"dreaming of life from the frames and holy temples"
"ill fortune stalks from the underground, should get the point, my son"
"Save the Hood is with mic check, my son!"
"Idyll gathered on the microphone, the of connected illegality, two ideals"
"Polluted crowd, a stage of connected panic, social disorder"
"heartless, I plunge my daggers them, and when you hit the mud"
"the flock flies on, a few emperors threatens"
"The Hood is full of curses, where bat threatens, and snobs reign"
"where we're lost slaves in a dungeon, solitary of bloodthirsty impulses"
"the zone of the forbidden world, the poverty of the bloody ghetto"
"the violence that awaits *** and take you"
"the Old Guy is fighting, but he's okay bribery, corruption, obstruction"
"auctions of domestic firms. We're a nation like that as long as"
"we jump to the rhythm, and the *** among the team of comrades"
"who give respect when there is none, reach out when you're in deep ***"
"takes the beating, holds his back cause been buddies ever since we were kids"
"when the beat carries us just like opiates would"
"Here’s my finger to this plagiate of yours!"
"We're the embryos of ***-up system"
"Serbia is the incubator the depraved elite"
"Transition, ***, techno, elite"
"There is a *** stuck our people's ***!"
And as far as the masses are concerned...
the crowd was always like cattle.
They only need a good and that's it.
And the music, the music does not have lead them, they only want to relax.
That's our mentality here in Serbia:
to play the folks, to have to eat and drink
to get into a good fight - these probably the essence of life.
"...it's all the same. Yes, yes, yes, yes..."
"...I still believe tomorrow change it all..."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..."
"...I still believe tomorrow change it all..."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..."
I don't know, the thing I thought it's going to be a total chaos
but a real rock and roll should look like this:
Well, it's a bit more complicated than that.
If I had not seen the on TV that night
I would perhaps play the folks today.
That's it. �