Zekan / The Rabbit

Life Goes On

What happened with the last recordings?

The reader of this blog shouldn't overlook that at the time (mid 80s of 20th century) complete discography in Serbia was owned and controlled by the state. People who worked there (most of them chosen by means of nepotism) were prone to bribery and corruption. Ex-bass guitar player of the Last Step Mr. Grncarsky offered the audio material to the relevant individuals (Mr. Pilipenko and Mandic) at RTB (Radio and Television of Belgrade). At the beginning, the music of the band fell on a deaf ear. Finally, Mr. Mandic Oliver, who, at the time, was one on the top pop-stars of the former Yugoslavia, suggested a pilot single for the sake of preparing the public for an album.

Yet, it was too late.

In the meantime Mr. Bihler got married and another boy joined this world. Mr. Bicady already was a family man with two sons. Chichibichy also fell in love, the process that ended in a daughter named after his mother Ljilja (Lylia). Briefly, the members of the band had to look after more important business than to enjoy playing music they like. To be a professional rock musician in the former Yugoslavia (apart from some exceptions) meant to spend your life as some kind of a popular beggar (while keeping your children hungry and wife nervous all around the clock).

Yeah, definitely, it was too late.

Mr. Bihler left Serbia for Germany and opened a private detective agency(!?). Mr. Bicady devoted himself completely to the the world of computers. Mr. Grncarsky has taken his line and became an employee in the state department of Serbian River Transportation. D.R.Phantom started his career in grapes production. Chichibichy, as it had been expected, exchanged R'N'R for folk music and spent some time playing in restaurants. From latest information, however, we learned that he is deeply involved in trading business between East and West. Mr. Ristic simply vanished while Mr. Stanojlovic set up an electrician workshop, locked up his front door, and hid himself from the rest of the world.

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     BELGRADE 1988

Slumber fields float softly,
    grasses protruding;
 
Mountains and woods breathe deeply,
    the greens're working.
 
Winds are still humming around,
    waving the landscape;
 
Silver clouds crossing heights,
    you, so watchful.
 
The dusk is falling closer down,
    lights emerging.
 
The young of Belgrade getting ready,
    night is calling.
 
In the temple of St. Sava glitters,
    candles trembling.
 
Changing times, dreadful betokens,
    people praying.
 
There’s nothing left to say,
   Earth is moving.
 
Worries, love and search for hope,
   the bells are chiming.
 
I am somewhere could be nowhere,
    minds so fuzzing.
 
Shall we run into each other
    for the eyes are so deceiving?


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