I know we all have our own personal stories about how we came to be touched by this eastern European angel of soft jazz, but I feel compelled to share mine here. It was almost 15 years ago to the day, the spring of 1996, and I was a wide-eyed college student who had just begun courting a comely lass of Serbian decent. After a month or so of gratuitous, perhaps clumsy, flirting in class, we started dating and quickly entered into the proverbial "mix-tape" (kids: ask your parents) phase of our budding relationship. One morning she arrived bearing a gift: a painstakingly assembled musical journey committed to magnetite-clad polyester film. The case featured cover art festooned with the brilliant, if charmingly trite, artistry of Van Gogh. Opening the tri-fold revealed a hand-written track list. On the 90 minute cassette was a healthy dose of lesser heard b-side 80s/90s alterna-pop including the likes of Alphaville, Duran Duran, The Cranberries, Concrete Blonde, Haircut 100, Nirvana, et al. Boy, this girl had me pegged. Given that she was the child of Belgrade transplants, there was the forced reverence for all things European requiring more obscure "local" favorites from the mother continent. A few were in French (which she purported to speak with some command), some in Serbo-Croatian, but for the most part those were forgettable ditties. However, included in that eclectic compendium was a
featuring the voice of what can only be explained as the apparent love-child of Celine Dion and Anita Baker. Or maybe it was a Gloria Estefan archetype imagined for a pending Krzysztof Kieślowski picture. Nevertheless, this siren had my rapt attention as if tapping into a heretofore unexplored instinctual verve. Who was she, why had I never heard this before, and how was she able to make syrupy schmaltz sound so stunningly acceptable?