Obituary

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Dear Kuzle!
We gather here today with aching hearts to celebrate one last memory of you. Even though the farewell is inevitable, it is hard to believe, in this sad moment, that you’re leaving us for good. In was just recently that you released your debut LP! Only upon seeing the silver in your hair we realize it’s been 30 years since Buni, Dule, Itko and Kaurič formed the legendary punk band. Through bitter sobs and teary eyes we take this opportunity to also bow our heads to lco, Pili and Vest that for a short time played with you.

Your beginnings were modest, and modesty distinguished you throughout your career. You practiced in cellars and garages, in the Youth club and particularly in the Mine Theater, where you first appeared before an audience as an opening act for the Buldožer band. You were received by spitting that later rained on you from under stages all over Slovenia. The New Rock 81 put you on the pedestal, but you remained true punkers. Glitter had never tempted you. Instead of making profit from your fame, you preferred to look for new challenges in Bojler and Radio Panoi.

Over the years the merciless life gave each of you a cross to bear.
Buni got a job in Hidria, where he quietly murmures to himself:
“You’ve made it, you broke my mind. The driver is sometimes different, but the factory stays the same!”
Dule, after kicking in the dark for a while found himself in documentary film making, and he tells us:
“You can always save yourself in front of TV. It’s enough to believe (in happier days)!”
ltko closed himself in a studio from where his voice is echoing:
“Nothing, absolutely nothing ever changes, I cannot tell whether it’s night or a day.”
Kavrič with his Kingston band says:
“Make a revolution! Only do it without me…”

Idrija, untill the appearance of Kuzle only known for its dumplings, mercury mining and lace, found a place on the map of Slovenia as the capital of punk. You never pushed to the forefront. You stayed yourselves till the end. To your last question:
“Do you remember Kuzle, comrades?”

We answer with one voice:
“You will never be forgotten, even though we know the primal punk irrevocably died along with you.”

Kuzle, glory to you!

Tomaž Kosmač, Idrija, 21.5.2010

Photo: B. Peterlin
P.S: The unread obituary by Tomaž Kosmač – Kozmo at the promotion of the CD in Idrija