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Listen to these: The dream of the outlaw The wanderer's song... The march of the lumps Those good old days
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Zsigmond Lázár / fiddle, synthesizers Mihály Huszár / bass guitars, contra bass, voice Béla Ágoston / saxofones, clarinets, kaval, Hungarian bagpipe, Alp horn Károly Babos, Balázs Jakabffy / ethnic percussion instruments Kálmán Balogh / cymbal, wooden cymbal Tamás Gombai / fiddle Sándor D. Tóth / viola Zsolt Kürtösi / contra bass János Hasur / fiddle Zoltán Szabó / Croatian bagpipe, okarina, bass prime tambur, Alp horn Szokolay Balázs /saxofones Ferenc Kovács / trumpet János Mazura / tuba Dániel Bolya / román kaval Vera Berán / cello Éva Auksz, Katalin Juhász, Péter Novák, Tünde Rémi, Annamária Prókai, Bea Palya / voice Photos: Katalin Baricz, István Berán, Károly Cserepes, Bence Pati Nagy Sound recording: ZA-KI Hangstúdió Kft./ ZA-KI Sound Studio Sound engineer: István Zakariás Music director: Ferenc Kiss |
The Outlaws of the City is a thematic or
as it is nowadays called a concept album. In the songs, lyrics and performance
I used a lot from what I have learnt in the past 25 years about folk cultures,
and the way we can use them today. The prosaic supplements, which I call texts
that accompany the songs, cannot be sung, but they all relate, at some places
closely, at others loosely, to the imagery of the songs. They make each other
complete. They are about me, and my loved ones, and about those who can never
be loved. Memories about my generation and the hiding. My childhood, and school,
fears, the recognition and the fire, music and water, the respect of traditions
and rebellion, landscapes and people, tales and travels, the myth and bureaucracy,
duty and love, self-destruction and attachments, home and the native land, the
rustling of skirts, our fate, the child's eyes, the smell of books, the wings
of freedom and of course happiness, joy, wine and dance, and the language of
the Bible and the streets – these all loom in them. Naturally, Lucifer is also
there all the time. Those outlaws who I can thank the most are mentioned by
their name. They have always provided me with a secure shelter, and they still
do. They all guided me through the wonderland of arts and visions towards the
point of irradiation (clairvoyance). Among them some were hiding in poetry,
music or in the desert, others amidst celluloid tapes or perhaps along barbed
wire. Or they were fleeing from something into the oily scent of colours, into
folk poetry, dance and play. They were all urban residents. I truly belive that
in its insane roam, they, and those similar to them, are the ones who keep directing
this depraved mankind in the right direction. Forever and ever. |
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Etnofon Publisher of Folk Music ER-CD 020 |
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