three. After Bengal and Easy Stars, the third concert of big, huge value in a few weeks. Goran Bregovic played Sunday afternoon in the Plaza Santo Domingo, in the center, in the event that marked the end of Cultural festival of the city's Centro Historico. Piazza almost full, well above last public concert Bregovic seen by me (Vittorio Plaza, Turin, January 2007). And to think that I miss here Bregovic not reach half of the reputation it has in Italy. But the wait was so much already in the days before, and certainly was not disappointed. Already
the frame of the square is wonderful, with the baroque church behind the stage, obviously huge to hold all of the orchestra bregoviciana weddings and funerals. And not only with the Wedding & Funerals Band Orchestra will play some pieces also in Oaxaca. A beautiful collaboration, musically and symbolically.
As always, the first song touches on two fantastic voices Bulgarian (beginning with a piece of well-known in Italy for being reinterpreted by a group known with the title of Pipppero ). Bregovic and his band (in fact, the bands, this time: there are also Oaxaca) alternate with slower parts, with the only Bulgarian voices of the choir or to those extraordinarily rhythmic TSIG and balkan. And the audience listens with respectful silence to the first, triggered by the latter. Of course, when at the end of the chaos comes Kalashnikov, preceded by the traditional invitation to the audience shouting "attack!" in his language, the square explodes in a collective madness. As in the best scenes of this masterpiece is Underground. And like the best marriages. Not only in the Balkan lands: I remember one of four years ago, in Cuneo, where the outbreak of collective madness at the rate of Kalashnikov was similar, we were not even in Bascarsija in Sarajevo. Unforgettable.
See and hear the best-known Yugoslavian musician (Hector never uses the former with that word) across the Atlantic, surrounded by tens of thousands of chilangos , it's really strange emotion. Nice to see something of that (I repeat, nothing former) Yugoslavia and the Balkans can cross its borders narrow and tortured, go as far as those lands so charming and hospitable, and be much appreciated. Nice to be able to fully immerse into the rhythm, Balkan purest essence without thinking of the usual news of what is wrong and will not go: that Bosnia continues his tormented existence of post-Dayton, Kosovo who lives the first months of a more than questionable independence, Serbia is still pervaded by the usual darker conspiracy and revenge. Better, at least in those two and a half hours to get distracted and carried away by the melodies and rhythms more genuinely balkan, right in the heart of Tenochtitlan. Jedan, dva, tri, Cetiri ...
the frame of the square is wonderful, with the baroque church behind the stage, obviously huge to hold all of the orchestra bregoviciana weddings and funerals. And not only with the Wedding & Funerals Band Orchestra will play some pieces also in Oaxaca. A beautiful collaboration, musically and symbolically.
As always, the first song touches on two fantastic voices Bulgarian (beginning with a piece of well-known in Italy for being reinterpreted by a group known with the title of Pipppero ). Bregovic and his band (in fact, the bands, this time: there are also Oaxaca) alternate with slower parts, with the only Bulgarian voices of the choir or to those extraordinarily rhythmic TSIG and balkan. And the audience listens with respectful silence to the first, triggered by the latter. Of course, when at the end of the chaos comes Kalashnikov, preceded by the traditional invitation to the audience shouting "attack!" in his language, the square explodes in a collective madness. As in the best scenes of this masterpiece is Underground. And like the best marriages. Not only in the Balkan lands: I remember one of four years ago, in Cuneo, where the outbreak of collective madness at the rate of Kalashnikov was similar, we were not even in Bascarsija in Sarajevo. Unforgettable.
See and hear the best-known Yugoslavian musician (Hector never uses the former with that word) across the Atlantic, surrounded by tens of thousands of chilangos , it's really strange emotion. Nice to see something of that (I repeat, nothing former) Yugoslavia and the Balkans can cross its borders narrow and tortured, go as far as those lands so charming and hospitable, and be much appreciated. Nice to be able to fully immerse into the rhythm, Balkan purest essence without thinking of the usual news of what is wrong and will not go: that Bosnia continues his tormented existence of post-Dayton, Kosovo who lives the first months of a more than questionable independence, Serbia is still pervaded by the usual darker conspiracy and revenge. Better, at least in those two and a half hours to get distracted and carried away by the melodies and rhythms more genuinely balkan, right in the heart of Tenochtitlan. Jedan, dva, tri, Cetiri ...
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