Uroš, Jar of Flies

Jar of Flies

Na pobudo dveh članic je aprila 2013 začel nastajati vse-ženski grunge bend. Septembra se nam je pridružila še dolgo iskana solo kitaristka, ki sicer prihaja iz drugega konca Slovenije, a smo se kljub temu pričele dobivati na vajah, saj je bila želja po preigravanju grunge glasbe premočna.
Tina Žakelj na vokalu, Erika Mlinar na bas kitari, Natalija Novak na kitari in Maja Kastelec na bobnih sestavljamo zasedbo Jar of Flies, katero smo poimenovale po albumu seattleskih grungerjev Alice in Chains. 
Igramo glasbo različnih grunge skupin (že omenjene Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Stone Temple Pilots, Nirvana,..itd.), ustvarjamo pa tudi avtorsko glasbo, pri kateri je moč čutiti vpliv naštetih glasbenih skupin.


Uroš

Ansambel Uroš nastal nekje 2008 med hribovjem in dolovjem dolenjske. Štirje nebodi jih treba so svoja občutja do okolice in družbe zavili v zvočno podobo, ki sliši na nekaj med občevajem vesoljcev in satanistov. Glasba je primerna za proslave, veselice in podobne dogodke, saj je manifest v živo serviran simpatično in predvsem zabavno. Naj se zabava prične, hvala.

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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!!!