" On the eve of "Unofficial Moscow" everyone froze - from the third to the fifth there are so many different concerts, mini-festivals and other things coming up that everyone would feel bad (marathon at MDM, led by critic Dmitry Olshansky, reggae-dub festival in Neskuchny Garden and a powerful hip-hop event on Revolution Square are the most noticeable).Meanwhile, one, and most pleasant, event will happen on August 26 - the opening of a new club "Chinese Pilot".The main figure in it is Alexey Paperny, the leader of the capital group "Tam", especially known and beloved by visitors to "Crisis of the Genre", "Vermel" and similar places. The music curator is still the same Mitya Olshansky, so you should expect all kinds of intelligent music for smart boys and girls who consider "AuktYon" the best group on Earth. The club is located on Ilyinka, near the exit from the Kitay-Gorod metro station. Propaganda is a stone's throw away. The opening is expected to be overcrowded, so it's worth going the next day, Friday, to look at the fashionable St. Petersburg group S.P.O.R .T.". You are unlikely to have heard more than a couple of songs - the debut album has not yet been released - but they are already being talked about enough, and those who were lucky enough to hear them live are talking about superlatives. On Saturday, if the announcer is not lying, a sensational project - Fedorov, the vocalist of "AuktYon", did something similar with the jazzmen from the "Wolf Trio". Whether you want it or not, you can go."
This was written by non-classical music observer Alexey Munipov. All the other newspaper and magazine columnists I interviewed, when asked what would happen in the coming week, answered - nothing yet. Meanwhile, an exhibition of Flemish painting opened at the Pushkin State Museum of Fine Arts.
The Argentinean Borges, whose centenary was modestly celebrated by the media this week, has entered so deeply into the consciousness of the Russian people who are eager to read that it seems that he has displaced another hero of the year. “When they compare me with Borges and Robbe-Grillet, I seem to myself to be a robber crucified between two Christs,” Nabokov once burst out. We ask, who is the main writer of the outgoing century?