{"id":166,"date":"2024-11-22T22:04:59","date_gmt":"2024-11-22T22:04:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/teatarapsurda.rs\/?page_id=166"},"modified":"2026-03-16T19:55:35","modified_gmt":"2026-03-16T19:55:35","slug":"poreklo-origin","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/teatarapsurda.rs\/?page_id=166","title":{"rendered":"Poreklo – Origin"},"content":{"rendered":"
\nPo\u010detak<\/a> . Grujo<\/a> . Ne\u0161a<\/a> . Pe\u0111a<\/a> . Sinke<\/a> . Vaso<\/a><\/p>\n

Pomo\u0107u glupave sre\u0107e i decenija rada, Vaso kona\u010dno dolazi do nacrta lete\u0107eg tanjira iz Zone 51 na dark webu za dve fla\u0161e viskija. U ludoj poteri za materijalima, sti\u017ee u Moskvu gde gonjen gri\u017eom savesti, megalomanijom i deluzijama, sre\u0107e Dalibora \u2013 \u010doveka u istom mentalnom stanju (raspada). Dalibor ga upoznaje sa nekim sumnjivim ruskim \u010dista\u010dem koji im za sitne pare prodaje uranijum 235! Proslavljaju\u0107i uspe\u0161an dil, njih dvojica ulaze u filozofsku raspravu: Da li je taj NLO u stvari ogroman zvu\u010dnik? Jer sigurno tako izgleda… Iako pregledaju planove, ne mogu da se slo\u017ee pa re\u0161avaju da stvar razre\u0161e muzi\u010dkim duelom – u potrazi za savr\u0161enom frekvencijom!<\/p>\n

Naravno, to ne re\u0161ava ni\u0161ta… Obojica kre\u0107u u Sibir u potrazi za titanijumom, nemogav\u0161i da odrede pobednika. Zavr\u0161avaju u Daliborovom rodnom Omsku, gde se Dalibor prepu\u0161ta nostalgiji i otvara improvizovani studio u podrumu hitne pomo\u0107i. No\u0107ima eksperimenti\u0161u, poku\u0161avaju\u0107i da otkriju zvuk na kome se leti no bez uspeha – ali sve bli\u017ee cilju!<\/p>\n

U me\u0111uvremenu, na zavr\u0161nim godinama fakulteta Mikrofonije, Predrag i Bagins u o\u010dajni\u010dkoj potrazi za savr\u0161enom zvu\u010dnom prostorijom lunjaju po sne\u017enim pe\u0107inama Sibira… I eventualno – pronalaze savr\u0161enu akustiku! Dok se sun\u010devi zraci probijaju kroz led, Pe\u0111a uklju\u010duje poja\u010dalo, ali avaj!!! Na prvoj noti, savr\u0161eni zvuk izaziva kolaps pe\u0107ine, zatrpav\u0161i ih unutra! No Bagins se opet pokazuje kao spasilac i izvla\u010di ih na povr\u0161inu, promrzle i iscrpljene. Lutaju\u0107i ulicama, privu\u010deni neobi\u010dnim zvucima, dolaze do hitne pomo\u0107i i otkrivaju da iz podruma dopire ne\u0161to \u0161to bi moglo promeniti svet…<\/p>\n

Bilo bi jako te\u0161ko objasniti shta se sve tada doga\u0111alo, u podrumima hitne pomo\u0107i Omska, kada su se ove tri osobe spojile u muziciranju, no lokalni stanovnici se toga verovatno jo\u0161 uvek se\u0107aju – naro\u010dito \u0161ef policije… Avaj, kako nisu imali bubnjara, Dalibor je za te probe (svirke? rituale??) programirao semplovane bubnjeve! <\/p>\n

U to vreme, sa druge strane planete, Ne\u0161a se budi vri\u0161te\u0107i u hladnom znoju! „Sanjao sam da se rodio savr\u0161eni zvuk“ – govori on Ramoni – “ ali da su ga zle sile okovale u digitalni kavez!!!“ Ne gube\u0107i ni trena, u svom mlaznjaku, Ne\u0161a hita usnulim kontinentom uz put isprobavaju\u0107i varijacije, edituju\u0107i aran\u017emane muzike iz sna… Konachno, sle\u0107e u Omsk, samo da bi saznao – da su proterani, izba\u010deni, na\u0161i drugari pobegli za Temerin – tra\u017ee\u0107i uto\u010di\u0161te u jedinom slobodnom gradu u poznatim dimenzijama…<\/p>\n

Stigav\u0161i u Temerin (taj Zajon dana\u0161njice) na\u0161i junaci nabasaju na grofa Se\u010denia koga je pape Pije VII rupom u prostor-vremenu poslao u budu\u0107nost u borbu protiv jeretika! <\/p>\n

Tokom bitke u Pe\u0111inoj \u0160upi jednog po jednog bur\u017eujskom magijom ih zamrzava ali nadomak potpunog triumfa ne prime\u0107uje da se vrata otvaraju i da u \u0160upu ulazi majstor \u0160ao-lina: Ne\u0161a. <\/p>\n

Naredne scene su previ\u0161e nasilne da bi ih upisali, ali i pored haosa, Sinke, utr\u010dav\u0161i u zadnjem momentu, grabi gitaru i rif po rif, zatvara prostorno-vremenski procep… <\/p>\n

E, to je bio po\u010detak (mada, grofov kraj) saradnje koja ra\u0111a mitove!!! <\/p>\n

A ostalo je istorija…
\nIli bolje da ka\u017eem, sada\u0161njica.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Through sheer dumb luck and decades of effort, Vaso finally obtains the schematics of a flying saucer from Area 51, purchasing them on the dark web for two bottles of whiskey. In a frantic search for materials, he arrives in Moscow, where\u2014 driven by guilt, megalomania, and delusions \u2014 he encounters Dalibor, a man in a strikingly similar (disheveled) mental state. Dalibor introduces him to a shady Russian janitor who sells them uranium 235 for next to nothing! Celebrating their successful deal, the two engage in a philosophical debate: Is the UFO actually a giant speaker? Because it certainly looks like one! Even after reviewing the schematics, they can\u2019t agree, so they decide to settle the matter with a musical duel \u2014searching for the perfect frequency.<\/p>\n

Naturally, this resolves nothing… They both head to Siberia in search of titanium, still unable to declare a winner. They end up in Dalibor\u2019s hometown of Omsk, where nostalgia takes over, and Dalibor opens an improvised studio in the basement of the local emergency center. Night after night, they experiment, trying to uncover the sound you fly on \u2014 but success eludes them, though they inch closer to their goal!<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, in their final years at the Faculty of Microphony, Predrag and Bagins are desperately searching for the perfect acoustic space. Wandering through the snowy caves of Siberia, they eventually stumble upon flawless acoustics! As sunlight streams through the ice, Predrag powers up his amplifier, but alas!!! On the very first note, the perfect sound causes the cave to collapse, burying them inside! Once again, Bagins proves himself the hero, pulling them to the surface\u2014frostbitten and exhausted. Wandering the streets, drawn by strange noises, they stumble upon the emergency center and discover something emanating from the basement\u2014something that could change the world…<\/p>\n

It would be nearly impossible to describe everything that transpired in the basement of Omsk\u2019s emergency center when these three individuals united in their music-making. The local residents likely still talk about it\u2014especially the police chief. Alas, as they lacked a drummer, Dalibor ingeniously programmed sampled drums for their rehearsals (performances? rituals??).<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, Ne\u0161a wakes up screaming in a cold sweat! \u201cI dreamt the perfect sound was born,\u201d he tells Ramona, \u201cbut it was imprisoned by dark forces in a digital cage!!!\u201d Wasting no time, Ne\u0161a jumps into his jet and races across sleeping continents, testing variations and editing dream-inspired arrangements along the way. Finally, he lands in Omsk, only to learn that his comrades had been exiled, forced to flee to Temerin\u2014the only free city in all known dimensions\u2014seeking refuge.<\/p>\n

Arriving in Temerin (the Zion of our times), our heroes stumble upon Count Sz\u00e9chenyi, whom Pope Pius VII had sent through a hole in space-time into the future to fight the heretics!<\/p>\n

During the battle in Pe\u0111a\u2019s Shed, one by one he freezes them with bourgeois magic. But just as he nears complete triumph, he fails to notice the door opening and the Shaolin master Ne\u0161a entering the shed.<\/p>\n

The following scenes are far too violent to record here. Yet in the midst of the chaos, Sinke, rushing in at the last moment, grabs the guitar and, riff by riff, closes the space-time rift\u2026<\/p>\n

That was the beginning (though the end for the Count) of a collaboration that gives birth to myths!!!<\/p>\n

And the rest is history\u2026
\nOr rather, the present.\n<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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