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Bogdan Rankovic - clarinet, bass clarinet
Goran Penic - accordion
Milos Matis - double bass, tamburitza
Istvan Cik - drums, percussions
Olah Vince - guitar
Boris Kovac - alto, soprano saxes, sampler
Danza Transilvanica
Transylvania... a mist hangs over the gently rolling ground, the odd lone dried-up tree, blades of light streaking across the horizon the setting for the end of time: the performance may begin ... The scenery slowly reveals itself... at the top of the hilly proscenium a magnificently decorated cart appears ... on top of the cart stands an orchestra in white... to no visible cue, simultaneously... they start playing: the dance at the end of time...
Interlude
... sounds from a farm, a music box, a gingerbread heart hanging from a nightstand, given as a present who knows when and on who knows what occasion... The main theme, brought as anticipation ... gentle, crystal clear... The main theme, as something unspeakable, is not to be talked about... in it you should listen for all the others... Just imagine what you would be like at the end of the time - that is just what you should put in this theme...
Damar of Istanbul
At the end of time is where all the time is: from Transylvania, through the music box, to Istanbul... The Center of the world... the city of light and darkness, glory and doom, of the grandiose and the intimate, the exalted and the trivial... an ideal setting for a journey, directed like a film - another perfect missed scene for the album theme... the music does not depict Istanbul, instead it follows my «damar» in it... «Damar» is the heartbeat of light, spirit and the flesh... (Damar - Serbian word of Turkish origin meaning hart beat/pulls of soul).
Early Morning Waltz
Early morning in the world at the end of time... water at sunrise... a wake-up call played by panpipes... the bank of the Danube... sandbanks: the wheel of waltz slowly gathers momentum... At the height of the rapture elegant, smartly dressed couples from the Viennese court appear along the bank and the sandbanks and waltz as «The Blue Danube Waltz»... The image becomes more and more distant, like the view of a seagull leaving the Danube panorama... once it begins; a waltz has, in fact, no end...
Beguine at the End...
Ask for a dance ... the girl you wish to be with at the end... A balcony, starry sky, the ensemble plays reminiscence on a familiar theme ... Innocently and lasciviously... pathos to which we consciously give ourselves... (Kitsch what meaning does that has any more?...)
Interlude at the «GANG»
After all, this is a moment to be home, whatever that means and wherever that is... Al home, on the porch... the band and their dog howd at the moon... (GANG - the porch German word common in Vojvodina).
Midnight Memories
The «ground» has been prepared for the main theme... All alone... at midnight at the end of time... Memories well up... they are more palpable than reality... The love that has never been realized is the greatest... it is timeless and thus it lives in a song...
Waltz from Careless street
Musicians, stop fucking around, play Milos's waltz properly...
Cha Cha
Insane, erotic, bizarre... cha, cha, cha...
Color of Remembrance
It is best not to speak of this song... it is meant to be played. Softly, more softly, most loudly...
Broken Waltz
Slowly we take off, dancing the broken waltz with the birds, and now that we have taken off let us no look down under any circumstances...
The Last Interlude: Doina
If I had to decide on one and only one song this would be it...
In Bukovac
HEY IN BUKOVAC... THERE IS NOT A THING... HEY IN BUKOVAC... THERE IS NOT A THING... HEY, NOTHING BUT MUD AND WOMEN YAPPING... HEY, NOTHING BUT MUD AND WOMEN YAPPING.
At the End of Time
Oh horses, you are my clouds... summer swims, grapes ripen, first kisses, a door ajar, thirsty water silence... (meditations by Miroslav Mandic) The ensemble dressed in white plays something resembling Bach... on a dancing terrace by the sea... dancers are no more. Brother musicians, let us finally play for our own pleasure, we have no longer any use for tips anyway...
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