“Ask them to play some David Bowie, ya gun-coddling Yankee cunt.”
“You know if I had the guitar, I would play you Bowie anytime, you inbred Aussie convict. These guys, though, they gotta play Serbian songs for the Serbian masses.”
With that, I went back to join the acoustic duo, and Brkati Pub’s drunken choir, in singing their slurred rendition of Darko Rundek’s ‘Apokalipso’. A Serb might point out that Rundek is not, in fact, Serbian, but Croatian. But that is the point of the Pivoslavija Belgrade Craft Beer Tour. We celebrate everything Balkan and Ex-Yugoslavian, just so long as we celebrate with good craft beer.
