There are stories that just won’t conform to not being
retold.
There are stories that somehow find a way to shine right out
of your eyes onto the world that consequently grows hungry and adamant to
listen, to make talk.
I have already retold this story, the story of how it was to
see Mika Male promote their new album “Tamo gdje se sastaju luđaci” (“In a
place where madmen meet”), 28 times from Saturday night to few moments ago here
at work. The first time that I TOLD this story, before re-telling it, the story
was one sentence long. It went:
This was,by far,the most beautiful auditory experience I have ever had.
Of course, there were many other parts of the experience
beside auditory but as far as auditory experiences go, and the plethora of
components that they may utilize, this was brilliant.
Before coming to MMC I met a friend for a drink and some catching
up and we were eager to see the show and we entered MMC right before the
appointed time. The band was there, and some audience and the stage, set so
beautiful and warm like the sweetest promise that’s been made.
We mingled a bit.
There were some welcome drinks and a small table with merch
and the band was still preparing for the show. Some ate foil-bundled sandwiches
and some hid in the powder room. All were wide-eyed and visibly excited, so
beautifully human in their nervousness. At one moment someone asked Orlan when
are they going to start and he said, absentmindedly and bewildered, as if
talking about some exotic ritual: ”I think the girls are putting on makeup” and
we exchanged glances and smiled as he wandered off.
I chose to sit in front, close to the stage. Christmas
lights wrapped around coat hangers and handrails
glowed.
Tomislav Zorić from Olovni ples a.k.a. Nevjerni Tomo (Doubting Thomas) opened
with a few words about the occasion and few beautiful songs among which was my
personal favorite Noćas je moja duša.
You can hear that song, as well as many
others here, on his bandcamp page. Try as I might I cannot explain wonderful,
velvety timbre and fullness of musical picture while Tomo played; it’s hard to
believe that there’s just one guy with a guitar and a voice as it sounds so
complete and well balanced. He also spoke a bit in between songs and he told us
most of the songs he’ll play for us are his compositions around Đuro Sudeta's
poems and that one (Siva) is an original work of his bandmate from Olovni Ples.
That bandmate is Stipe Periša who was also in the audience, and Tomo tried to
call him to stage but Periša held firmly his ground even though we clapped and
cheered him on. We could almost see Stipe blush in the semidark of the third row.
After a tiniest bit of rearranging Mika Male started to
play.
The girls were absolutely beautiful, with makeup and all.
When the performance is extraordinarily great my mind grows blank and even though I am completely present in the moment and I know
all the lyrics and I silently mouth them and I move and dance, even sitting
down, I cannot remember nor repeat the set list. I know that there was Sve je
novo somewhere in the beginning as Orlan said that before the song started.
I
know they said at one point that they’re playing whole new album by track listing,
and that I glanced the listing at one time and said: “My favorite is next” (before
Već smo bili ovdje). I heard my friend Zvonka, sitting next to me, say: “Sound rehearsal
must have taken 100 years” at one point and by that I was made aware that there is
insane quantity of instruments on stage, including a small glockenspiel.
And in the middle of the very last song of the album I had to leave because I had tickets for one more concert that evening and I left in the very last minute to manage to get to Močvara and with a heavy heart because I had to leave such a magnifficent performance.
In Močvara, as I entered, a friend was waving to me just as the band was starting to play and he asked: "How was it?"
And I said:
This was,by far,the most beautiful auditory experience I have ever had.
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