In a 1965 live concert such a young, slim and fresh-faced lad, with something of the features of cousin Velo. What was noticeable again, apart from a voice which in this untutored listener’s opinion was still unformed, is the almost perfect rigidity. Only at one point, at a moment of swelling, do the arms rise almost imperceptibly from the sides. Otherwise the whole of the being is concentrated in the regulation of breath. All this in what at that age must still have been an uncomfortable monkey suit for the baker’s boy. The artist completely and utterly immersed. Beauty, grace and order of the highest human possibility. In manner too at the end modestly bowing, taking the hand of the conductor respectfully, getting himself off briskly. All finest measure; marvellously attained. Ko pjeva zlo ne misli, they held up in our Montenegrin hills. Who sings bears no evil. Even at those heights and in their huts shared with the animals, with only their single stringed gusle, they knew something of such matters.
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