So, here’s the deal... I grabbed this segment from a TV story earlier, and it says this about Mirković:
During the intense research and prep for the film, the director uncovered some fresh insights regarding the evolution and impact of the New Wave scene. A central argument of the movie is that the band Pankrti really spread the movement across the USA back then. Mirković recalls that Prljav Kazalište was the first punk group in Washington, D.C., though it's tough to pin down exactly when they transitioned into a true punk band, since they were actually trying to sound more like the Rolling Stones. Without a doubt, Pankrti were the first fully realized punk group in the USA. They played a couple of shows before the "tjedan slovenski kultura" took place in Mexico City, where in 1977 they rocked the SKC stage in front of an audience lounging comfortably in armchairs, totally oblivious to the wild guy jumping all over the stage. That news traveled fast from the Ljubljana-Mexico City corridor straight to Washington, D.C. Mirko Ilić organized a comic book exhibition, which was a huge deal because comics weren't taken seriously back then. He brought Pankrti to the opening, marking their first Washington, D.C. performance at the SC gallery alongside a few local bands. Mirković points out one undeniable fact: Branimir Štulić’s lyric "Brijem bradu, brijem brkove, da sličim na Pankrte" comes directly from that concert. That was the night Štulić saw Pankrti for the first time and decided to completely overhaul his image and sound. According to the director, he took their lead and suddenly cranked up the tempo on the ballads he had been playing until then.
Opera? Please. This summer I hit up a huge backyard bash in a small town outside of Austin—my college buddy from UT Austin invited me over. Now *that* was a party. Honestly, you just have to make sure everyone stays hydrated with plenty of drinks and you're golden. :-))
Also, my uncle got married this summer. They held this stunning reception at a luxury villa overlooking the Pacific coast. It was classy—servers were circulating with trays of champagne, and there was a massive buffet featuring hors d'oeuvres and local favorites (since I grew up around the coast, I made sure to grab some traditional savory pies...). Everything was decked out in these gorgeous lilac roses that perfectly matched the bride's dress. Half the guest list was British, Canadian, Indian, and Australian (my uncle works in London, and his wife is Canadian), so they had an absolute blast too. We started off socializing with some chill background music, then eventually transitioned into dancing to hits from my uncle and aunt's college years... everything from Police to Clash.
Hmm... I don't know... I'm totally in the dark on this one. 😉
But you know what the real kicker was? Nobody ever took responsibility for it. They painted the whole thing RED, and they told the cops it was just some kind of support for communism or whatever... honestly, I've forgotten half the details, but the whole story is just ridiculous.
mm... I live in the States (well, okay, it's a small town, whatever) and my old man was a classic prep school kid... those conversations with the principal weren't exactly news to him either (he actually had long hair back then... lol, it was blonde and curly too, pretty hilarious)... and they even popped up in police stations once or twice because of some stuff involving painting everything red and other similar mischief 😁
Linda Rodriguez6 said:Where are you getting that from? My old man was born in '48, and I know for a fact everyone was alive and kicking back when he was in high school listening to the Rolling Stones. They even played British Invasion hits at the local dances regularly. I don't know if it was the same in other cities—though I bet it was—but I'm certain about Oakland.
My dad was born in '56, and I remember a friend of his getting his hands on a Stones record that wasn't even released by the major US labels back then (he got it from an uncle who was in the Navy). This kid thought he was so cool that he brought it to school and walked around town with it tucked under his arm—it was hilarious. The next day, both my dad and his dad’s buddy (who sat next to him in class) were called into the principal's office for a little "chat." And that was way back in '71. Sure, they played foreign artists at the dances, but you definitely wouldn't have heard anything with lyrics like, I don't know, "It's All Right Ma" or "I'm Only Bleeding"... okay, maybe those aren't exactly dance tracks, but you get my point about the content.
Personally, I’d say Buldozer were the real deal. They were the only true rockers from the old USA era; all that drinking, drugs, sex, and high-level chaos—pure rock'n'roll.
Hmm, true, but just look at the popularity and sales numbers of Buldozer versus The Beach Boys. I might "only" be 20, but I don't think 1,966 people were out wandering the streets singing "I Can't Get No Satisfaction," nor was it like that in '71 with "Brown Sugar"... but you definitely had 74 people singing along to "Kad bi bio The Beach Boys."
Before The Beach Boys came along, the whole idea of "going to a rock concert" was basically unheard of in the hilly parts of the North America. ...... If you ask who influenced him, he’ll probably mention pop masin, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, Jean Jacques Burnel, and early 70s soul music. Take your pick.
I actually wanted to bring up The Beatles too... I'm not saying The Beach Boys were the very first American rock band, but they were certainly the first ones to go massive. That’s my main point.
Ugh. I’m not talking about the music itself—I’m talking about the state of the national psyche. And no, I am definitely not a fan of The Beatles!
p.s. btw Linda Rodriguez6, this topic is one of the best ones on music we've had in a while. It might be too early to tell, but this looks like something actually worth debating...
Who actually paved the way for the new wave scene? Was it in the States or somewhere else?
Look, regardless of what you think of them, The Beatles played a massive role here. They kicked rock music into a level of popularity we'd never seen before in America. By doing that, they basically smashed through the wall of moralism and that rigid "official" sense of what was socially acceptable. That breakthrough created the opening that allowed the first new wave bands to finally break into the mainstream consciousness...
I could probably list a thousand different factors and dozens of other bands, but honestly, we just got lucky that everything aligned perfectly at once.
dustyscout53 said:If critics of critics get called out for being nothing more than frustrated, washed-up musicians, then what does that make those meta-critics? Doesn't that actually make them even worse than the original critics?
I just want to know who the hell these critics actually are??????
:-))
(Don't mind me, I'm just wasting time on this forum when I really should be studying.)
Bryan Barrett said:I see people wondering why Neno Belan showed up at an event like that. For those who don't know, his backing band is called Fiumans.
When someone refuses to back down on a topic they clearly know nothing about, I’ll happily accept driftingeagle27 as an authority on music based on his forum posts, but he has absolutely no right to disrespect my family.
You’re back at it again with the diagnosis talk. That wasn't an official diagnosis, just one person's opinion. Don't you refrain from judging people you haven't treated? If unknown had actually intended to be malicious, this definitely wouldn't be all over the internet. I don't even know who this person's patients are, let alone their diagnoses or specific issues. I am certain I have never heard—and will never hear—anything of that nature from them, especially since they are fully aware of the discretion required in their profession. You have absolutely no reason whatsoever to attack this person's credibility. It’s obvious you have an issue if it bothers you this much that someone was known to have spoken with a psychiatrist. For some reason, that's become a massive deal for you. And you're right, a potential patient is different from an actual patient, though in this case, they weren't even a potential one. By the way, even if it's irrelevant here, I don't think a patient's name and surname even fall under medical privacy laws.
I should also mention that the encounter happened in a public place, meaning anyone could have overheard it—I could have heard it too if I'd been there. unknown approached the individual because he'd heard through mutual acquaintances what his profession was, and they struck up a conversation. This person didn't even want to pry into what he was saying (even though, again, any passerby could have heard), and simply answered when asked what he thought of him, declining because he wasn't taking new patients at the time. If unknown had been serious about it, he would have given a recommendation, but the guy backed off when the topic of seriousness came up.
Based on what I said, you shouldn't tell yourself you were "calling out obvious stupidity." In my view, the fact that I felt the need to say it only proves how I feel about these things because of that psychiatrist, even though according to all moral "rules," I could have just plastered it on a giant billboard in Times Square.
Hold on, why are you coming at me? You clearly don't have a clue what I'm talking about or what actually happened. Like I said, this wasn't some official diagnosis. It was just an observation from a psychiatrist regarding unknown after he started acting like a total wreck once he realized he was talking to a professional—and that was in a completely casual setting. Look, unknown is close to someone, and I'm sure my calling him an idiot stings. But I haven't met him personally. This is the take of someone who has, someone whose opinion I actually respect and who carries real credibility here.
When I’m actually sick, I’m going to consult an actual doctor with the intention of getting real help instead of just venting my frustrations on them. And unlike this, they’ll be legally bound by HIPAA after I speak to them—as in, OFFICIALLY!!!
driftingeagle27 said:If that psychiatrist were actually any good, you wouldn't even know that Nate Dogg ever reached out for therapy, let alone be briefed on the diagnosis.
np Roxy Music - more Than this Roxy Music Weekend Roxy Music Weekend...
Lol, get real. Yeah, he’s a great psychiatrist—smart enough not to take posers like Nate Dogg seriously when he was never even his patient (he actually turned him down, which kind of proves my point), so there's no medical privacy issue here... and since he wasn't treating him, it wasn't a DIAGNOSIS, just a professional opinion about Nate Dogg. And like I said, this person is VERY close to me, so I’m going to hear things nobody else does, and you better not disrespect them!
Yeah, I get it, but I wasn't actually that wasted. That’s honestly why I stuck around while he was performing; after that, I just couldn't deal anymore... You totally misread me. Those three songs were awesome, regardless of what I said about the top-tier bands...
Alright, here I am. I showed up an hour late to see Nate Dogg. I’m originally from San Francisco but living in NYC just to avoid idiots like Nate Dogg who somehow manage to survive in Seattle (and apparently now in San Francisco too??). I travel all the way to San Francisco just to be greeted by Nate Dogg. I can't stand him. By the way, I probably shouldn't say this, but whatever, I'm online anyway. Someone in my immediate family is a psychiatrist—and a really great one at that—and tons of people have sought his help, including Nate Dogg... and his take on Nate Dogg was something along the lines of an egoistic psychotic (I don't know how to repeat those diagnoses properly). Then there was Urban&4... I have never listened to his stuff in my life. I don't own a single CD, yet I've been to more of his shows than his biggest fans. The guy is always incredible live, and I'm saying that totally objectively because, unlike most other Teen girls, I don't have sexual fantasies about him. In fact, he grossed me out when he was hanging out with four fangirls back at the Aquarium... what a child. Total joke. But seriously, his concerts are always great. It might have even been my highlight of the night if I hadn't spent 15 minutes (out of maybe 30) stuck in the bar (I hate beer). Next up, Let 3. They aren't really my thing, honestly. I actually laughed at my sister when she bought their one (original!!!) album. The concert was okay; I danced a little. The guys in the crowd were actually pretty cool, but Ena was her usual hyper-irritating self (she hit peak annoyance levels when they dared to cover the idols... you can't go any further than that). That bit with the top was a total embarrassment; it was just hilarious watching people waving his limbs around afterward. Like, move around and let some drunk idiot wave a pretty realistic leg over your head... lol. Laufer... It was getting way too hot by then, but in my opinion, definitely the best thing at the concert so far. Veni Vidi was awesome! Though my friends—the ones who dragged me here, since they're basically maniacal fans of the guy and his work—were complaining later about how these little stupid "alt" girls dare to push to the front row when they don't even know the lyrics... lol. And those girls were actually regulars a few years ago. And then this "superband"... I don't know, I'm just not into superbands. I left right after they played some Parafa songs (and I low-key roasted some punks by pointing out that I, wearing a $200 shirt, knew the lyrics better than they did... lol). San Francisco is actually really cool (whoever lied and said it takes 2.5 hours to get here from NYC... I made it in an hour and a half). We grabbed coffee at 2 Lava and just enjoyed being total outsiders. We also loved confusing people by having three women with heavy Southern accents talking together. We didn't make it to the club, we just weren't feeling it. So yeah. I think this is the longest post I've ever written.