Jim Čert on Fog Town Network
Každý den mezi ďábly vstávám,pomalu sám se ďáblem stáván.
Every day I get up deviled, slowly becoming the devil himself. (Jim Čert - Křišťálová studánka)
Born 1956, Czech accordion player and poet Jim Čert (or Jim Devil, real name: František Horáček) became a familiar figure of Prague’s local hospody, or underground taverns with wooden benches and large, collective tables. Chodíme do hospod (We go to the pub) He published his first cassette titled Cervenec in 1980, introducing the public with his mixture of folk traditionals, contemporary Czech poets, various J.R.R. Tolkien’s poems and... Marihuana. (Continuo)
Čert was known for his dissent against the Communist regime in the '80s Czech music scene, prior to the Velvet Revolution in Czech in late 1989. He was jailed several times for creating music deemed "anti-social" by the Communist state, who would not let musicians perform without state approval. However, files found in 1989 show that Čert was involved with state, working under police pressure as a secret informant. (Wikipedia)I Died One Monday Jim left the new Czech Republic and started over in San Francisco where he fronted a band appropriately called Life After Life with fellow dissident Jaroslav Sedivy. They put out a record on Alternative Tentacles, but I knew him as a solo performer opening up for the likes of L-Sid and Polkacide. The jovial guy at every party who did an impromptu late night set in our flat. Despite his deep growl, and dastardly cackle, I once saw him floor the audience by whistling an entire song, with vibrato and in perfect tune. Where did that come from?
In 2007, Jim formally apologized for his collaboration with state police, and is now living and performing back in Prague.
Já šel jsem cestou tesklivou a vítr se mi smál. Já přemejšlel jsem o státě - co bude jako dál? A tak se ploužím tímhle tím slzavým údolím a těším se, až lidi mě jednou pochopí. Já doufal jsem, že zřítí se tenhle proklatej řád, a že budu mít svou zemi snad ještě někdy rád. ...United States, American, Good Morning... How are you?
I went away distressed and the wind laughed at me. Thinking I'm the State - what will be next? And by the valley of tears I look forward to my people understanding. I was hoping that this goddamn order would collapse, and that I'd have my country happily ever after....
...United States, American, Good morning... How are you?