The whole truth of the Russian rep-tour

How many people are there in the Pharaoh retinue, how to speak when there are 30 people in the hall, and who organizes concerts to groups, in the name of which there is a word Squad? As part of the study of the entertainment culture, Samizdat could not bypass the Republic-still the most important music in the country. They asked the participant of the rep-"Makulatura" Konstantin Speransky to tell how the usual Russian musical tour is going on.

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In general, I am glad that normal boys began to turf and gather people, everything by high, I don’t know, the flash drives there, like, if you hang on the tops in search of a museum - then yes, everywhere a tackled style, but in September 2018, Russia completely found its style, the main thing to open the eyes.

Rap artist Lokimin

We should not go to this tour at all. The album, planned for the first of September, did not come out, people in meetings on VKontakte were noted without enthusiasm, and Zhenya (my colleague in the ensemble of Makulature) had a bad foreboding. “I suggest you find a part -time job during the tour, because most likely we will go out to zero,” he warned me the day before. When the concerts become work, you can’t do it anymore - there are too large bets in the game: I climbed into the debt pit under the tour, which I hoped to cover due to concerts. Plus, I wanted to earn a little, so that later the vegan burgers at least once every two days (250 rubles) were launched for a month.

Of course, I did not look for any part -time job. And not only because my natural laziness did not allow me to do this, I just did not give up any employer. Zhenya, far from journalism, probably thought that if I worked as a newsletter for one year, now my texts are as desirable everywhere as Oleg Kashin’s cabin on the optimistic channel “Rain”. I never knew what laws Russian journalism was working by, but it was intuitive that it was better for me to score at the Vitebsk station or, at worst, earn a turnus (please do not confuse with the “rapp” - he makes a ptach). Sometimes drunk boys, it happens, suitable after the concert and say: “Why are you not going on Versus? Discharge everyone there. ” I am far from the illusion that I can stir there even some poor fellow like Ernesto shut up (I still can’t believe that a person called himself that). The show accumulated in itself disgusting signs of time: student humor and rapper show -off, together all this looks tragicomic. We patiently explain that I don’t want to have anything in common with the “Russian rapp”, with their so-called “culture”, which looks like a sad cargo cult. Therefore, we do not read rap, but sing rep.

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The organizer in our first city, Cherepovets, said that we have 21 tickets for pre -sale. “Keep in mind,” Zhenya warned me, “now I will tell you after every concert that this tour should not be.” Why did we go? "

Before the road, I buried myself in the "Gulag Archipelago". A tested remedy: so that you are not dead, you need to find out about those who were immeasurably worse. Now, anticipating long movements for the sake of concerts that will not bring any money, anticipating a bad dream and fidget in the seat of a car in the jeans produced on the ass, I studied the methods of work of a special meeting at the NKVD.

In the Tyumen meeting “VKontakte” we have 34 people, in Krasnoyarsk - 90, in Perm - 70. To sing a Republic in front of a small hall is much more fun, but for this we need an appropriate situation. My personal concert variety: a cramped, preferably basement club or bar, a bottle of something strong, rumpled erupted microphones, is not necessarily a good sound. No scene and a two hundred people (okay, albeit twenty), the first rows of which risk covering you like a wave. Such concerts always succeed, people yell replic in chorus, in the center of the hall there is some crush, a naive collective farm mosh, which was probably at the concerts of the Gaza Strip, people pass glasses with drinking to us and each other. But the large sparkling concert halls with a high stage, a technician, arrogant sound, three devices and thirty -three monitors I hate. Like the guards. There are often more of them on such sites than listeners.

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Once we flew on the same plane with the Pharaoh rapper. We stood together at the registration rack in Vladivostok, we wanted to get to the plane in Khabarovsk. There were two of us, with him there are still five or six people. I thought: how smart it is when no one goes to your concert, you can carry a support group with you. But this, of course, is not his case.

After a concert in Vladivostok, two girls brought me to me, that evening they visited our concert and his performance and admitted that there was a bathhouse, but they liked our rep, because it lasted not 40 minutes, but an hour and a half.

In this round, the driver-Kostya played a worthy role of a pati-breaker. We found him on an ad on VKontakte. He had already drove on a wheelbarrow across Russia: from Khabarovsk, where he was born and lived most of his life, to Moscow. I learned several new expressions from Kostya, after all, people from the Far East are some kind of outlandish breed. For example, when a landscape outside the window or a jacket-dog after a long starvation caused a maximum delight in it, he could exclaim: “Cats fuck!” And Kostya also surprised us with knowledge of the Russian rap scene. On the third day of the tour, he shaved his head and said that he had previously had a hairstyle in the style of El Jaja, and now in the style of Dmitry-Bamberg. When Kostya was in the crowd at the concerts of “waste paper”, we looked at him - and it seemed that you could also chop well under our songs.

“How do you like the brilliant provocation of Husky? Noticed how bombing from everyone? ”, Correspondents of a certain Kemerovo Internet portal asked us on serious SCA. According to a strange misconception, we are often attributed to the category of “Russian rap” and then surprised to learn our attitude to the self -proclaimed better Russian lyrics of Haski or a laughingh called “Oxxxxymiron”. Those who are brought to our concerts by rare reposts from the public Rhym and Panchi or the mean attention of “The Flow” leave the concerts in the middle. And I think this is the best compliment.

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Our rep-roads rarely intersects with what is commonly called “Russian rapp”. In this round, this happened in Ufa, in the homeland of Yuri Yulianovich Shevchuk. In almost all cities, the organizers are sane people, but in Ufa the problems arose even before the concert. Our manager Maxim Tesley asked the organizers to write posts more well. "We always do this, do you have some special audience?" They specified. “We have a little different, not fans of Claud-Rap, who do not read below four lines,” Maxim answered. That there will be more problems, we realized when we were waiting for the organizational to the porch of the hookah bar, which she scored under our performance. It seemed away with the retinue of men, the procession leisurely headed in our direction and carried one microphone rack. The organizer was similar to a fortuneteller, around which poor fellow bored on slot machines fussed. I had a theory that these peasants serve her for absorptions for concerts of middle -trapped. As I was told, she made a concert to performers with the word “Squad” in the name.

Ufa became the first and only concert in the tour that came out minus. We still received some money, but they all went to pay the huts: there we spent the weekend set after four concerts. After the concert, the organizer posted on her page the screenshots with Maxim and wrote something like “well, it was sluggish)”, “some kind of nousems) and show-off))”.

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If it so happened that you are singing rep, find yourself one face in the hall and sing for him. Or choose the index finger and floor - and push the Republic through them: the effect will be different, but also noticeable. In Perm, our long -standing amateur, a boy, whom Zhenya immediately christened his “son” came to us. Each time he eats or escapes from work in the Dom-Ru Internet provider and drives our concerts in different cities. With him, there is always a bottle-two of a stronger, which he incredibly carries through the guard. He is terribly outraged if we do not drink, and we have to drink. And then he enthusiastically yells all our songs and jumps into the liquid crowd from the stage (the crowd diverged).

I saw such an audience as at our concerts only with Death in June. Then there were young bones in the hall, throwing their shameless Zigi, a couple of gays kissed to the right of them, a man in tall heavy boots looked around Lemmy Kilmister, the boys tumbled down, unfastened and fastened lightning on their woolen jumper, who were accepted to call Kuzma. Add to this the audience in "Youth", "Volchoka" and "satellites" from festivals

“Pain” and “Maszerland” - and there will be a concert of “waste paper”.

The favorite question of provincial journalists to us: what is your listener? Once, at the entrance to the metro of St. Petersburg, Zhenya was stopped by a man in the form of a guard: "Go through the frame, and the bag here, to the tape." Zhenya looked at him with disgust, but performed everything. "By the way, thanks for the music!" - Suddenly the man said. "OK. What then did the swirling? " - asked Zhenya. “So all the decay,” he answered.

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First, without saying a word, we decided not to drink alcohol during concerts. It threatened to be the first sober tour, Zhenya has another. Four concerts a week, three days off - and four more concerts. From St. Petersburg through the Volga region to Krasnoyarsk and back. Do not drink when you sing a stooped rap, and even for thirty people - the test is not easy. Before the concert, while rare guests are lonely in the corners with a glass of beer, there is nothing to take themselves, and at the concert it is overcome by destructive embarrassment, time stops, it seems that you and the people have a very long time ago and that they think that you have some kind of secret knowledge, but you don’t have it, so you, overcoming awkwardness, feed them with bearded jokes. I will never forget how the first and only time I went to the concert "Cloudy". The forty-year-old Verzila Shilo wandered back and forth around the stage, as if looking for a chervonets rolled between the boards, sometimes threw embarrassed glances into the hall, shrugged his shoulders and muttered that "he was fucking in his pussy." It seems that I feel even more awkward during my performance, during my performance, than when I watched that concert.

We drank our first alcoholic drink in Tomsk. They just did not expect to listen to us under two hundred people. Usually, several dozen are barely gaining in this city. To joy, we overturned two shots of tequila, which was poured with trembling fingers of a boy in a tracksuit behind a stand in literally yesterday, knocked out of boards and chipboard bar. While he was caught his fingers Lyme, drowning in the next plastic shot, it was time to speak. I felt a long -forgotten enthusiasm, we climbed on chairs, so that we could see us from the distant ends of the hall, and instead of turnip they pulled a cart about how Siberia gives us life, and about the fact that most of the Russian rappers breed are degenerates. When we are sober, we try to switch the songs as soon as possible, we are silent or groaning, like Jimmy from the Saus Park: “Thank you, you are a mantling audience ...”. And when alcohol goes into business, we can’t tear us from microphones. During one of these interludes, we came up with that we perform in the genre of “REP Nikolaevich Tolstoy”. Because if Leo Tolstoy lived now, he would certainly sang rep. When we drink and carry such crazy nonsense between songs, people rejoice much stronger than if for the forty -fifth time we delayed the song “The whole Universe”.

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Here we park the car at the club, fall out of the cabin, straighten the crumpled sweatshirts, rake up books and pass to the sound. The languid expectation of the performance begins. The organizer in Novosibirsk lost the task of buying us vegan food.

If you are a vegan on a tour, you never know what awaits you. The organizers are different. Most of those who are not in the subject and just work as the so-called event manager do not cut, for example, how vegans differ from vegetarians. When you tell them about “lean food”, they are already completely lost. Sometimes the organizers prepare food themselves, and if these are not people from punk-hardcor-wrapping (recently, there are less and less on our way), then they simply pour boiling water on a frozen vegetable mixture and wait for what will happen.

This time in the noodles of the vegetables there was an egg, and Zhenya threw the box on the angle of the make-up artist, and I put on the T-shirt “Smell” to somehow sweeten the pill. When we go on stage, someone shouts from the audience, "Lock-God!" And I do not argue. This T -shirt is for me as an autograph on the outlet of the book of a contemporary I revereable. And since we have no great living writers, except Limonov, we have to look for examples for imitation in other areas. On the "check" I always sing the songs of the Lenin Package group. After the disgusting pop kumar around the so -called “Russian rap” will dissipate, only they and their followers will remain for history. Perhaps the artist is also a scripts, but the rap in him is much less than a spontaneous blues.

I would like to sing like a scripting or John Fruschan - just to mumble to the music, to be naked with a sloppy emotion, but this is prevented by the head. Therefore, the long lines that we chattering without fishing are hanging on us like antediluvian armor. We look strange mummers at the festival, where everyone breaks up under Flo.

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Singing Republic is not a job, work is everything between. Especially moving by car. It so happened that we left the city almost immediately after the performance to arrive at the concert in the next. For long hours before dawn, I tried to sleep. But it was not a dream. Half and dies, when the headlights of oncoming cars burn out like comets, gas stations blush through the windows like space stations, navigator mutters something in their language. It seems that you were carried away somewhere in a small rusty rocket, where you climbed on a playground in the courtyard of your hometown.

In the last city of the rest of Russia, Kirov, I was lying on the floor in the apartment of the organizer and our friend Pavel Mint, I got into it and screamed with pleasure. To feel a hard surface under your back after a multi -hour sitting in a curved soft chair of a car is an incomparable pleasure. It was my fee for a concert, my plate of Yushka, who was relying on the rider, a bottle of booze and a suction in the toilet. I would lie like this all evening and all night, but I had to go to sing a rep, so that Immediately after the concert, jump into a car and wriggle in a chair on the way to Moscow for fifteen hours.