MILOŠ ZUBAC / МИЛОШ ЗУБАЦ

Vreme ispred nas bio je naš stišani univerzum u malom. Okean u orahovoj ljusci. Na omotu je svetlela anđeoska kompozicija Kristine Pantelić, mlade slikarke iz Šapca. Dizajn je potpisala Svetlana Ušćumlić, jedna stara poznanica sa indijanskim životnim kodeksom. Alternativno rešenje omota – bila je zajednička fotografija naših očeva. Nenad Lazarević, Dragan Šešlija, Pero Zubac, i Dragan Bunić zatekli su se zajedno na jednom našem koncertu. Mi smo bili vreme ispred njih . Kumov otac, Radiša Milivojević, bio je tada u Kragujevcu, i naknadno se pridružio ostalima u Svetlaninoj fotomontaži. Kada me je Siniša Mladenović, znanac iz ranog detinjstva i prvih školskih dana, ubedio da ga pustim da nam načini muzički profil na društvenoj mreži MySpace, aktivirala se jedna dobra kosmička verzija ovog scenarija. Počeli smo u toj svezemaljskoj virtuelnoj bazi da se srećemo i sabiramo s ljudima iz Engleske, Finske, Austrije, Amerike i Japana. U Japanu smo začudo stekli najvernijeg ljubi...

“This is an author you need to see. ‘Backup culture’ … like he came out of your book. He’s got Scottish and Russian blood. He’s a modest and good man. In Spain and Portugal, he’s pretty big. He performed there with Cohen in the 80s. You’re the only one here who could write something about him.   Who could feel and recognize him”, says an old friend of mine, calling from Germany, as dedicated and excited as a scout sending smoke signals before Nick Garrie’s arrival to Belgrade and Novi Sad. He reveals a name I have never heard before. And that is always a welcome situation for music aficionados. The same evening, he sends me selected tracks and casually, in digressions between the songs, writes out the destiny of Garrie’s witched album from 1968, a conceptual musical narrative about J. B. Stanislas which had potential to open all accessible gates of universal recognition and global fame for this nineteen-year-old Brit temporarily living in Paris. The doors never opened in the...