Goran Bregovic stopped his carriage to Palasharp and gathers musicians: as they dance in Sarajevo, but no bombs
A goat, a mustachioed man who shoots in the air, two teen-agers dressed up kissing. It could be the beginning of a joke Berlusconi, however, is a postcard scene of daily life in the Balkans. Type a wedding in a film by Emir Kusturica, where there's Prodi makes the figure of the common mosquitoes, but maybe Uncle bad guy pulls a chicken's neck, yes.
The bouncy music, Hooch and a little 'gypsy of these features is by Goran Bregovic, folk icon who was a kind of Gogol Bordello - unless punk - when Gogol Bordello were still in diapers. Now the composer was born in Sarajevo by a Serbian mother and Croatian father - proud member of the Yugoslav People's Army - back in Italy to present the songs on "Alkohol: rakija and Champagne", last Cidda released in 2009, and other classics of his repertoire.
Just because Romanians, Roma and Slavs are unfashionable, the chance to rediscover certain sounds and aesthetic of the border is greedy. Mixing the traditional klezmer, pop, jugo, Bregovic promises - and keep - to dance all in an orgy of joy. How could it happen at the end of a marriage, when you're drunk, if you are amused at weddings. And to think that Bregovic-boy, before becoming a pop star with millions of record sales behind him, was ejected from the violin school for alleged lack of talent. It has been avenged well. Meeting tomorrow night at 21, admission € 22. Palasharp, via Sant'Elia 33
Valerio Venturi
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