τον ανακάλυψα τυχαία σε ένα blog με γιουγκοσλάβικα ψάχνοντας το σάουντρακ του guardian angel του goran paskaljevic [δεν το βρήκα]. ο bruno petrali με ξενύχτησε χθες βράδυ, αλλά χαλάλι, είχα καιρό να ξενυχτήσω ακούγοντας μουσική. ο ήχος του ακούγεται ακόμα πιο παλιός, ειδικά στο τσι-τσίου-τσι νομίζεις ότι είσαι σε ballroom και όπου να' ναι θα χτυπήσει η σειρήνα για τον βομβαρδισμό.
"perhaps the first heart-throb, petrali was croatian version of italian romantic baladeers -he actually had a very pleasant baritone and althought old-fashioned now, some of his music is so melodic that is easy to whistle and sing along even today. often backed by female vocal trio, petrali was king of local radio stations in coast close to italy".
στην εισαγωγή γράφει: "this was the music that played on the radio as i was growing up & going to school every morning. for better or worse, it was mix of foreign influences, folk motives, commerical pop of the time and of course local folk. yugoslavia had 6 colourful republics and each of them different dialect, different notion of what's popular and of course big star in one part of the country might not have been so hot in another. at certain point in 1960s/1970s were golden years of pop festivals (our own versions of san remo) where hopeful singers were catapulted into stardom and the whole nation followed their music, clothes, hairstyles and private lifes -at first, in some innocent times, singers were brought from everywhere and dialects were mixed on same stage, later this practice was abandoned and festivals became more reserved for local stars. rock lately pushed festivals aside and we had our own local rock stars, more often than not influenced by international trends. since yugoslavia fell apart and republics continued their own lives as indipendent, i have not followed it anymore and to be honest my real pleasure is to find music of my childhood and old records before my time, new music rarely thrills me".
εδώ είναι ολόκληρο το άλμπουμ. έχω να πω με την ευκαιρία ότι μ' αρέσει κι ο γιάννης βογιατζής. αυτά.