Antun Opic

Antun Opic

BandWorldSinger/Songwriter

Antun Opic is a unique singer songwriter with Balkan influences. He has experienced war and strives for peace without turning it inot a cliche. His lyrics and songs are strong, motives are cleara nd there is nobody in the music scene that has his sound, that is a strong component.

Biography

“It has nothing to do with Balkan music,” Antun Opic emphasises, well knowing that influences of that musical genre are certainly recognisable in his songs. Still, they are not of any greater importance than all the other genres that, owing to his distinct musical socialisation, he manages to fuse into an unconventional blend of world music, blues, and pop; allowing blaring trumpets to meet a swinging banjo, while gospel choirs are jubilating in the background. Sometimes the guitar romanticises in the style of Django Reinhardt, sometimes, it devotedly enthrals the listener in the manner of Paco de Lucia. In some of his songs, Antun Opic includes passionate gipsy and fiery flamenco only to recall Paul Simon's African borrowings in others.

He sings in English, not because he strives to get through to the largest possible audience worldwide, but because English happens to be the official language of an Anglo-American rock and pop culture that has been inspiring him ever since his early youth. Additionally, in contrast to German and Croatian, English is not Opic's mother tongue, which helps him to keep a certain distance as he slips into the various roles he likes to play performing.

In cooperation with the painter, lyricist, and composer Peter Schreyer, Antun Opic formed “Wildwuxx” ten years ago– a band that could build up a reputation in and around Munich mostly performing as a street band. He also played the guitar in the acoustic punk cabaret group “Strom & Wasser” with which he toured Germany and was able to acquire plenty of stage experience.

Featuring Tobias Kavelar (guitars) and Horst Fritscher (acoustic bass), his solo project has long become a fixed trio with considerable success all over Europe. Apart from Germany, they have played various shows in France and Slovenia, but there have also been frequent concerts in Croatia and Austria.

“This is, of course, also due to my personal contacts,” says Antun Opic, whose Croatian relatives live in a former war zone. “Much of the sunny country I used to call home had suddenly turned into a political hot spot. Today it is mostly a desolate place and people are traumatized.” he adds. Opic did grow up in Germany, but he and his parents went to Croatia on a regular basis to meet his grandparents even in times of war. “I find it horrifying that territorial wars are still being fought at the brink of the twenty-first century,” he says. In slipping into his various roles, Antun Opic seems to have found a way of telling his audience that there is a different, more emancipated approach of seeing the world.

Having released his first demo album on his own digital record label “Antuned”, his self-produced debut “No Offense” will finally follow this year in summer. It has been arranged and produced in cooperation with his guitarist and former guitar teacher Tobias Kavelar. “Tobias used to be my idol. He was my older sister's boyfriend at that time, and his guitar playing never failed to inspire me. When they broke up, we didn't have any contact for over twelve years!” says Antun Opic who obviously rejoices at the collaboration. Their music proves that their musical reunion is not merely a fortunate coincidence, but fortune fulfilled.

Lyrics

BULLETPROOF VEST

Written By: ANTUN OPIC

NOTHING IN THE WORLD IS GONNA MAKE ME STUCK
NOTHING IN THE WORLD IS GONNA PULL MY PLUG
EVEN IF I FALL, THE WORLD DEMANDS ME TO GET UP
AND I'M TOO STUBORN, TOO STUBRON TO STOP
IF IT'S BOUT THE MONEY, I'LL PLOUGH
IF IT'S BOUT YOUR FUTURE, WELL I'LL GROW OLDER SOMEHOW
I'D SAY GOODNIGHT TO ALL MY WISHES, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW
TAKE CARE OF THOSE BOYS, THEY WANNA JUMP IN YOUR BED
TAKE CARE OF THOSE BOYS, THEY OFFER NOTHING BUT CIGARETTES
SEE THAT THIS WORLD WON'T SPARE YOU NO LESSON
AND YOU'RE JUST AN ARTIST IN ONE BIG JAM SESSION
YOU BEG THEM MERCY, THEY LAUGH
IF YOU ARE IN DEBT, YOU'LL SEE THEIR WRATH
BUT YOU WILL FIND YOUR OWN SOLUTION, FOR THIS BIG MESS
I'M YOUR BULLETPROOF VEST, AN EVERLAST

MOSES

Written By: ANTUN OPIC

WHY WOULD I NEED A SHOVEL IN MY HAND?
WHAT'S HERE TO DIG, MAN? MY OWN GRAVE?
I DON'T NEED YOUR HAIRCUT, I DON'T NEED YOUR SHAVE
AND WHY WOULD I NEED YOUR MONEY IN MY BANK?
WHAT'S HERE TO PAY FOR? MY OWN BONE?
I DON'T NEED YOUR PALACE, I DON'T NEED YOUR THRONE
AND WHY WOULD I NEED YOUR WHIP TO LICK MY BACK?
WHAT'S HERE TO SWEAT FOR? A BED AND BREAD?
SINCE I KNOW YOU, I GOT RATS IN MY SHED
I WON'T BOW AND I WON'T BEG, TO YOUR LACK OF RESPECT
THE BIG DESERT YOU SPREAD, IN MY HEAD
I WON'T BEG AND I WON'T BOW
TO YOUR GLAMOUR AND YOUR SHOW
THE BIG MOUNTAIN YOU PULL IN FRONT OF MY WINDOW
LET MY PEOPLE GO!

WHY WOULD I NEED YOUR WORDS TO CUT MY TONGUE?
WHAT'S HERE TO SPEAK 'BOUT, THAT'S YOUR LIES?
I WON'T GREET YOU, I WON'T WAVE GOODBYES
WHY WOULD I NEED YOUR RIFLES IN MY HAND?
WHAT'S HERE TO FIGHT FOR? THAT'S MY LAND!
I WON'T TRUST YOU, I WON'T SHAKE YOUR HAND
YOU'RE NOT WHAT I'D CALL A FRIEND, A FRIEND WON'T SPILL NO TEAR
AND A FRIEND DOES NOT APPEAR IN ALL THIS ARMY GEAR
IS THAT WHAT YOU'D CALL KIND?
KIND MEN DON'T ACT LIKE RATS
KIND MEN DON'T HANG OUT WITH BATS
I WON'T BEG AND I WON'T BOW
'CAUSE NO JUSTICE AND NO LAW
WILL STOP THIS RIVER OF BLOOD
THAT JUST REACHED MY DOORSTEP
LET MY PEOPLE GO!

WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN

Written By: ANTUN OPIC

MR TESTOSTERONE BOUGHT A FANCY NEW CAR
DR. SEX PUMPS THE BOOBS 'TILL THEY BURST
COLONEL HATE TELLS HIS MEN ABOUT THE BEAUTY OF WAR
PREACHER BLACK IS AWAITING THE WORST
THEY SQUEEZE OUR SOULS IN THEIR JUICE
THEY COOK OUR BRAINS IN THEIR JAM
THEY GRILL OUR HEARTS ON THEIR BARBECUES
BUT WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN
YES WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN
NO, WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN

I WASN'T OUT ON THE BORDERS, DON'T KNOW, IF I AM THAT BOLD
THEY LIST ME IN THEIR FOLDERS, I'M QUITE LUCKY TO LIVE IN THEIR VAULT
BUT I SEE WHAT I SEE AND I SMELL WHAT I SMELL
AND IF I SEE AND SMELL RIGHT THEN WE WILL ALL GO TO HELL

THEY WASH OUR MINDS AT 95 DEGREES
DRAIN THOSE TOO FEIN FOR THE SIEVE
THEY BLEACH, HANG AND DRY OUR BELIEF

BUT WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN
YES WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN
NO, WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN

AND THE POETS REPEAT THEIR STORIES
AND THE BEGGARS BEG THEIR DIME
THE CHILDREN PLAY AND THE PARENTS HAVE THEIR WORRIES
BUT NOBODY HAS TIME
THEY LIFT THEIR EYEBROW
THEY WRITE THE NEWS
THE KNEED US IN THEIR DOUGH 'TILL WE'RE SOFT AND SMOOTH

BUT WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN
YES WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN
NO, WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN

JUANITA GUEROLITA

Written By: ANTUN OPIC

THE SPECIALIST YOU HIRED SEEM TO WORRY
YOUR SEARCH WARRANT'S EXPIRED, I'M SORRY
AND ALL THE WEAPONS YOU FIRED HIT NOTHING BUT DIRT
ALL YOUR SPIES HAVE BEEN UNWIRED TO THE SKIRT
YOU SHOULD HAVE RETIRED WITHOUT A WORD
NOW THE BOSS IS TIRED OF YOUR WORK
NOW DON'T YOU DARE RIOT, YOU WOULDN'T EVEN TRY IT
YOU CAN'T DENY IT, YOU BETTER BUY IT, APPLY IT, TRY IT
DRINK YOUR DIET COKE, SAY WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE QUOTATION
AND DOES YOUR WIFE KNOW 'BOUT YOUR SWEET RELATION WITH THE YOUNG LADY FROM THE SERVICE STATION
WHAT DO YOU THHNK ABOUT EMIGRATION?
YOU KNOW, BOSS DON'T LIKE NO STAGNATION
WHAT? YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN REINCARNATION!
TOO MUCH TALK IS MSTURBATION!
THINK ABOUT EVERY WORD, MY BOSS IS TIRED OF YOUR WORK
YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF I DIALED THS NUMBER AGAIN?
OUR TORTURER IS A VERY INSPIRED MAN
YOUR FRIENDS HAVE CONSPIRED, YES
YOU'RE IN A PRETTY ADMIRABLE MESS
YOU OUGHT TO KNOW IT BEST
JUANITA GUEROLITA IS THE BOSS
SHE'S THE THE LAST YOU WANT TO CROSS
SHE WILLL CHARGE YOU THE COST
JUANITA GUEROLITA IS THE BOSS
YOU'RE THE GUEST, SHE'S YOUR HOST
SHE'LL GET BACK, YOU LOST!

GOOD FRIENDS

Written By: ANTUN OPIC

DON'T HAVE NO MONEY NO
HEY HOW ABOUT A HAT?
NO MONEY NO, NO, NOT EVEN FOR THE CAB
BUT IT'S A GOOD 'CAUSE, A GOOD CROWD
IT'S A GOOD 'CAUSE, AND A GOOD CROWD
BUT HEY, DON'T SING TOO LOUD
DON'T SING TOO LOUD

DON'T HAVE NO MONEY NO
BUT HEY, HOW ABOUT A CD?
NO MONEY NO
BUT I WORK FOR THE TV, AND I CAN PUT YOU IN A GREAT SHOW
BUT WE PAY NO MONEY NO
WE DO HAVE SOME MONEY, YES
HOW ABOUT A SONG
TWO CHORDS AND A GOOD GROOVE
PLEASE DON'T GET US WRONG
WE JUST WANNA DANCE, DANCE, DANCE,
DANCE, DANCE, DANCE WITH OUR FRIENDS
NOW THAT WE'RE GOOD FRIENDS

Discography

No Offense
You Can Spare A Dime?

Set List

tbd