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GYPSY MUSIC WORK

I ride the Balkan melancholy obituaries, it's almost like a trip. Last week, Saban Bajramovic died. For once to The Country has spoken of it. Tremendous development in a country where Roma are often invisible (perhaps because Ortega y Gasset and polanquito not see below). The fact is that published an obituary essentially taken wikipedia, where the article on his life is, in turn, copied, pasted your own website, but at least posted something.
There are characters who are, in themselves, rather than a legend. Exceeds their usual life as it is integrated, become a benchmark, a prototype of a person. So, if you are the prototype of a fancy way of being at the end are a standard type as a representative of that particular extravagance. More or less. So was Šaban Bajramović. A guy who was all over and wild gypsy. Gitano with a way to understand what it means to be Roma closely linked to other times, and the Balkans. His biography is pure indulgence ... but it is also quite full of legends. Born in a shack, in the era of pogroms. Very young, during the military deserted the JNA, the Yugoslav national army of Titus and that fact will affect him forever. He said he did it for a girlfriend who was to see, but who knows. It also had the sentence he would impose it doubled to five years by pimps with the Court and say they would not be with him. Sounds like a typical exaggeration Gypsy hear, but it sounds good. The fact is that the best time of his life were those years on the island Goli. Something like what happens now to my friends exrefugiados of Gasinci, recalling the time refugees as a happy time and idealized which were full of ideas and friends and parties and, above all, life. In prison, set up a band and took pleasure in singing and reading books. Came out did a great singer and eventually became the most famous musician of the old Yugoslavia and is still known worldwide as the king of gypsy music.
When asked about the things he liked in life, said not sing but, in this order, drink, women and gambling. With its first commercial success bought a white Mercedes (apparently he lost it later in a bet) and hired two bodyguards. I mean, living as I want to live, as the beloved of the movies cheeky gypsy. And you'd think more settled mind. Well, at least he shaved his mustache bastard he loved and put a pair of sunglasses to the point to remember in your look to the legends of jazz to which he played in his first orchestra on the prison island of Goli.
Now that you claim has died as a symbol of the former Yugoslavia and even as Serbian singer, but he really was just a gypsy, and as such is always acknowledged himself. In a country and in an area where Gypsies have always been (uy! seems Spain, hear!) Advertised as a national folk expression but marginalized and discriminated against in everyday life. The Gypsies of the Balkans have much to do with those who live in a vacuum, oddly enough (well, actually ... seems to lie?). Just look at some video clips of Saban Kusturica illustrated with scenes from pa think a quest in The Empty mismito.
The type composed over 650 songs but only published 22 albums. A prolific kind, happy and bon vivant. One of the first songs of his that I heard was not really too good. It was Kasandra, a simple, cheerful song, but something pop:


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But then I discovered the songs of truth, in particular the most typical Gypsy songs, both heard and danced in Yugoslavia as a whole, and there I began to get hooked to their music:



Some songs from "Time of the Gypsies (Emir Kusturica's film, absolutely brilliant, so much has marked us all) were clearly Saban. Ederlezi Avela including ... not to be confused with the famous Ederlezi, period.
The famous Ederlezi is an old gypsy tune was adapted and transformed by Goran Bregovic and around 1988 when he was the legendary guitar group Bjelo Dugme (the most famous rock ever in Yugoslavia). In the light version then translated into Serbo-Croat (Serbian, this time) in a lamentable: Ederlezi translated by "djurdjevdan" San Jorge. A tremendous cultural invasion, given that it is a day Ederlezi annual holiday Balkan gypsies that, indeed, coincide with the celebration of St. George Balkan (celebrated on May 6 on your calendar that corresponds to our April 23) but has absolutely no roots but celebrates Orthodox spring and is the main gypsy party throughout the year, when they fill their homes with flowers and Marcelo to eat and sing in the streets. In any case, the version of Goran Bregovic everyone knows is the film, which regained its traditional text placed Roma and various choirs and voices to make it more impressive. And in any case, this is not the Ederlezi of Saban Bajramovic, although the letter looks like yours is less deep and less catchy. Maybe that's why he was less successful. Or perhaps this gentleman, happy, tiestero but extremely familiar, everyday, never became too famous outside of Yugoslavia.
As everyone knows, his most famous song is Djelem Djelem. Did not write it but I interpreted it and made it famous. Both the Prime Roma Congress in 1971, the global gypsy anthem adopted:



guess what really impressed was the letter romanis rather than an ode to his own way to be a Gypsy, a song almost institutional. The chorus reads:
I travel and long roads traveled Meeting

happy Gypsies traveled roads I travel and meeting long

happy Gypsies Oh, gypsy, gypsy brothers
Oh Oh, gypsy, gypsy brothers
Oh Oh, Roma, from anywhere. So far
cool. What happens is that the rest of the text becomes pain in the ass and just saying "Come with me, Roma of the world / Roma where roads have been opened / is the time, rise Gypsy / If we try, we will succeed." Phew, that sounds demagogic and I like less, listen.
Anyway, the song has been covered by at least a million times. Or more. Some people even think you have something to do with the origin of karma karma English Gypsy weddings, who sings this morning to celebrate the tissue pa. There is even a version, no less, that "Vaya Con Dios." The Belgian group that cheered my evenings in the frog jumping and it sounded in my van in Bosnia in 1993 and Bo I recorded on a CD. They chose the French version with the beautiful adaptation of "je l'aime, je l'aime", which sounds about the same. Anyway
between his huge and impressive work highlights some other titles. Often they are, once again, songs that everyone here think they are from other people, including Bubamara (white cat, black cat) and, above all, the great Mesecina of underground attributed always (a again) Goran Bregovic and is a blatant copy of his " Djeli Mara" by simply changing the lyrics. Saban
died in poverty in their small little apartment communist Nis. Never been too concerned about copyright and not charged for multiple versions of his songs that are performed daily (never a member of the SGAE, obviously). When a Serbian newspaper published last year living in poverty, the Government approved a small pension for their livelihood. But he went without pay royalties and being always versioned. Even the winners of Eurovision Song Contest Serbs 2007 (maki maki) used a version of his ... but it sure did not give the poor the infarction by those miseries, which mean, it certainly was not-but, perhaps, in some excesillo vital. Hopefully! At least, no one can say that Saban did not live decently! Well. "

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TITO

This morning I caught the first morning AVE. Total morning, then. So first they had not yet set or the coffee or newspapers. While going to dormidito I met a friend and given me super happy. It was Rafael Valencia, professor of Arabic at the University who want a lot. Since I was a student and cloistered Rafa (who agreed with me on the board of the faculty and the teaching committee) has always been a kind mentor. A religious guy, calm, sensible Suup interesting. Of those people with whom you can speak a thousand times and always learn things, not only because five years was cultural attache in Iraq before the war a lot and travels by Muslim countries that exist on itself but as a person . And talking and talking is that man is a bit unbelieving world in general and English institutions in general. Not that he complains about everything but is tired of the tacky and cheesy on many things. And I, hear! In the end the two have reached a conclusion: the only problem is that people do not do a good job. It's that simple. People do other things. basically to promote themselves, and are super few make their decent gigs. No disability, but because they are devoted to it.
is basic but I thinking has emerged as a star of the Magi Christmas ... pliin! and I tol days spinning.
At lunch, have ratified it to me with examples and rumors. They have put a lot of solar panels in a field in the middle of the gardens of Moncloa and pa that night to see what are the ecological are surrounded by powerful floodlights. So powerful that almost all the energy stored at night is spent to keep lit the lamps that illuminate the plates. On Friday in a government office pa there was a meeting to decide whether they support or not to return to nuclear energy (even used to esxcusa some environmentalists are supposed to support the topic.) Someone asked how long it takes to be a central operational. Calculated that twelve years. Problem solved: how to then none will remain in power as better to be against, not to be unpopular. It does not matter whether good or bad pal country (I think it would be bad), what matters is how they affect the popularity. In a Ministry with a friend who is director general has the anger of the century because he refuses to give the Minister a draft law that are thinking, not what happens because in the draft there are things that are not yet safe and are thinking and if you teach it to the Minister immediately it will leak into the press. The boss just wants to be on the cover a couple of days and it does not matter because of that the law can not work out. Uffff .. the idea
panics. Because Rafa and I spoke on the train as if we were not so, but then I started thinking if I do not do my job well ... both of the University such as the Tribe (the abbreviations they do not know if they sound ever cocks or French). Then, thinking about one's work well and how hard it is no great motivation to do perfectom, I thought-on the subway and, of Bosnia, my children Gasinci. Indeed
were kids! Children and refugees. I remember each of them. Dozens (at least) of children who were in my groups, groups that I rode and carried in different refugee camps while still off the war. I remember them all but especially to those of Gasinci. It was tough time for bombs flew over the field (actually it was the Croatian army as an intern, but I heard them do.) Each day came news of fathers and husbands killed or wounded in the forehead. And every night trucks and buses full of former prisoners of war and new refugees. And amid all this build a happy world. I struggled, amid all the obligations in charge of the project, not to neglect my child group. Ever worked on analyzing the character of each problems, hobbies .. to create a cohesive group. And I managed to form a perfect band where no Sanela marginalized or the mad or the autistic Erwin. Every day for half an hour, we talked about our problems sitting on the shop floor. had their fears and their stories. then to toys, we built artifacts, assemble a garden and a puppet theater. A thousand things. When more than one year later, I had to leave the camp a few months they kept playing together, they became real friends.
were my little world within the tiny world that was the field itself. In the evenings Gasinci always had parties. I spent the morning with bills and bureaucracy in coordination meetings. The day I met with volunteers and improvising solutions to any tattered, from cutting trees for firewood to get a bus to go to the movies or taking a family from a store because of the mud and the rats, or repair a photo lab . In the evenings always got a while to sit in the hut of a family friend, hidden, drinking coffee and talking about life before returning to the maelstrom. And at night there was always a party. Alcohol, music, friends and even girls.
But amid all that my hole, my world darling, mine and was my own group of children. A lot of people remember those years locked in a field surrounded by barbed wire as the best of his life. My kids just remember them, were happy and able to be increased by good people.
We have created a facebook group for people who went through Gasinci. Majda and Hakja open it after the two I found by chance. She was the publisher of the field (starting a volunteer project that I signed up. In fact I named editor to remove power to good Zvonko, who died in 2000 and paid the tomb of all), now a professor . Hakja was in charge of the photo lab that got in our house there. Now is a petroleum engineer. In fact it is in Tunisia and some pictures beautiful there.
So to get to work, chances of life, I come on facebook and suddenly I find that I have added two more children in the field. One is Adis, the younger brother of my friend Denise, who married a Swiss voluntary. It was a bit pimp and urchin and still is. has posted a video that looks like a hooligan football fan. The other is what has made me more excited is Eldin. A blond guy and good child, very quiet. The handsome group. Now it has become ... biker. And Metallica fan. In the photos now appear plump, bearded, tattoos and doing the horns. Still, I have Mandaa super sweet message:

"woah I Could belive to my eyes when i saw u here in Gasinic at face book group, i Doubt you member me, my name is Eldin, and i still Have One of photos from There with you, im gona scan it and send it to ya, damn im very happy cause i find you here. "

I have read and I have started to content. Sometimes you, in life, make things right. It's cool to be proud. A time and YaST, but proud. I guess that's why doing good work itself, to make things that last. I am not George Carlin, who is an idol of the masses, but ma reassured to read that very day. Today I discovered something as basic as how many people do not dedicated to do their work.