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:
)
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. "
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:
)
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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