Zana Nimani - Career

Career

Nimani started her career in 1976, when she started to sing with the band Suton, in which her (at the time) boyfriend Radovan Jovićević played guitar. From 1979, the band started to perform under the name Zana. The band's debut album, Loše vesti uz rege za pivsku flašu (Bad News Accompanied by Reggae for a Beer Bottle), released in 1981, brought them nationwide popularity. The following two albums, Dodirni mi kolena (Touch My Knees), released in 1982, and Natrag na voz (Back to the Train), released in 1983, were also well received. However, when Zana went on a hiatus in 1984, Nimani decided to leave the band (which would continue to work under the name Zana).

In 1986, she released her only solo album, Noćas pevam samo tebi (Tonight I Sing Only for You). The album was recorded in Sweden and featured Swedish studio musicians. It was produced by Tini Varga, who also authored part of the songs. Other authors on the album were Nimani herself and former Zana members Marina Tucaković, Aleksandar Radulović "Futa" and Bogdan Dragović. The album brought minor hits "Što ne znam gde si sad" ("Why I Don't Know Where You Are Now") and "Miško zna" ("Miško Knows"). During the same year, she appeared on MESAM festival with the song "Ruža na dlanu" ("Rose on the Palm"), which was released on a split 7" single, with Bebi Dol song "Inšalah".

Soon after, she retired from the scene. With the outbreak of political crisis and war in the former Yugoslavia she moved to British Columbia, Canada.

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