Domorodni Četrtki: Uroš Poslušalnica 69: Dj Žiga Klančar

Uroš je zasedba, ki se ne ozira kaj prida za glasbenimi žanri, marveč zaigra viže iz povsem “filingaškega” stališča”. Dolenjsko-notranjsko-ljubljanska druščina tako izbira iz alternativne platforme, v katero vpenja vse od metala do funka, se poigrava celo s hiphoperskimi vložki in divja po odru s pristno energičnostjo. No, morda pa so to le ljudske pripovedke povsem neustrezne žanrskemu opisu zasedbe. Zasedba je namreč tak mit, da o njej bolj kot ne pričajo zgolj postopaške, pijanske in ostale anekdote, ki pritičejo njihovemu imenu.
Žiga Klančar bo na aprilski Poslušalnici vrtel glasbo, ki ga je vzgojila, in tisto, ki ga me spremlja še danes. Torej, preplet starega in svežega. Žanrsko se ne bo preveč omejeval, tako kot ima pri svojem delu srečo, da se mu ni potrebno. Med izvajalci se bodo gotovo našli Pearl Jam, Interpol, Chvrches in mnogi drugi iz teh okvirjev. Zvok bo mešano prihajal izpod igle in laserja.

Vstop prost!

O Urošu obstaja tale zgodba: “He lived beyond two mountains, three hills and one and a half valleys. Or was it four? (well, it surely depends on the viewpoint), over the groundwater and under the mountain where there are fields of great green stuff and a post office, where it is peaceful and ugly to die for. Well, that’s where the courageous and just enough intelligent goat Uroš lived. The kids fought and spat while the she-goats tirelessly bleated and sometimes even threw up. But Uroš still wasn’t happy. He was still unbelievably bored and longed for something more, something different, something exciting, something louder. And so one day his master D Omen noticed Uroš thinking and asked him: “Well, Uroš, what’s the matter? Why are you so down today? Why are you staring at the sky so sadly?” And Uroš replied: “Meke-ke-keke, sniff, …keke-fekeke-Meke, Mekeke-fuckeryfe-kickety-teke-te-Mekete, sniff, meeeee-ke-tete-taku…kecookinge, meketeteteteteteeteeeee…” And his master stroked his beard, thought a while and… DIIIIIIING-DONG, Uroš knocked him out with one single gentle swing of his horns, because that’s just the way Uroš expresses happiness when he remembers some unbelievably brilliantly amazingly great idea. And this ideaea, this idea was… (the following lines should be read at a great pace) … that a band should play for him for bedtime. For him and all of his fellow villagers weekly in the neighbour’s house on the top floor. A band of an angry sort who don’t care for opportunistic, imperialistic and impersonal capitalist bastards. All they care about are drums, screams and guitars. And their name should be… (now you may proceed at a normal reading pace) as his name is… URRROOOOOŠ!!!