Hats are burning on assault

I am a fan of Grebenshchikov for 35 years. By the standards of a 47-year life, this is a lot. But his poetry never overestimated and did not look for meanings where they were most likely not. BG is an imaginist, his confused images give birth to each fan of their associations or simply give pleasure from a combination of syllables and sounds.

But sometimes Boris Borisych is concrete and straight. And even journalistic. The “train in the fire” was the most important song of perestroika times, which, as they say, and years later did not lose its relevance. Now Grebenshchikov showed that booming charges were still in his creative powder. And thanks to him at least for legalization on the All -Russian scale of the word "asshole".

As such, a song about "evening asshole" is not a superchite. The melody is courtyard, words are in the forehead. Not the top, in general. But the arrow released by the BG with a guitar on the steps of a house in a flowering garden, hit the target like a rocket-and it has grown out.

Usually hats burn on thieves. But then they flared up on assault. Although the author of the work did not indicate the names or surnames. Maybe it would have passed more or less imperceptibly, but one citizen actively began to look for versions, and the more he searched for them, the more clearly it became that TV presenter Vladimir Solovyov accepted the essay on his own account. And the further he was furious, the funnier he became (so I already spoke with poems).

Soloviev is an amazing gentleman. A whole herbarium of wonderful nicknames has already stuck to him. The “vile Carlits” from the late Sergey Dorenko, with whom Vladimir Rudolfovich continues to discuss even months later. “Nightingale droppings” from Ivan Urgant, who, saying the word “asshole” from the screen of the first channel, made coquettish reductions and outfits in this term meaningless. Well, in fact, the “evening asshole” itself from Boris Grebenshchikov.

Our people are on nicknames. And even if the nickname has a specific author, often this is just the sum of the impressions of many and many people from some character.

But here, in fact, I wanted to write not so much about Solovyov. Moreover, for his work, whatever called him, he receives quite sonorous coins and moral incentives from the authorities in order to endure ridicule. I'm about the fact that the word of musicians in our bizarre days again matters.

BG from the generation of veterans of Russian rock, which has gone into the shadow and by age and simply because there is a completely different fashion in music today. Sometimes Makarevich can say something, something “musician Yura” Shevchuk. But until very recently, the musical space was filled with Golyma Pops, and endless teleconditions of parodies either on chanson, then on some stars-all these “exactly”, “one to one” and so on. The music was a pure entertainment with a complete disconnection of the brain from the public. In the world of music, everything was fine, no problems. And she assured her audience that there were no problems and everything was wonderful. You are the main thing to relax and don't think about anything.

And then rappers appeared. Which at first were also a type of relaxation. Only with mother and sexual subtext. But exactly without politics. However, not quite. Some Timati deftly fit into the presidential authorities, bent into the belt in front of Kadyrov, and together with Timati appeared a layer of the same rappers, who, when the manner of abolition, turned out to be inside the administration dressed in jackets and ties.

I'm not a fan of rap, hip-hop, etc. - It is not my music, and I do not really understand whether it is at all music. But I understand that this is really listening to the generation of my daughter, who is now the senior schoolboy, and in general the guys are conditionally from 12 to 30. So, somehow suddenly slowly from different sides, I began to hear with my old-regime ears either about Oximiron, then about the face, then about Husky or Noize Mc and IC3PEAK-yes there are already many who are already there! -who could calmly chop cabbage, and instead for some reason they perform at rallies, arrange streams in support of the prisoners of “Moscow business”, and they are not silent and not everything is fine in their world and the relaxation did not come.

The authorities begin to press them, prohibit concerts, and tear off the posters. And they speak even louder. And I communicate with the guys from the class of my daughter and they, listening to this music, suddenly ask me questions about politics, and they have some adults, meaningful. The music became “audible” again. The young speaks with their audience, a veteran of the BG with their own.

In general, I already wrote and talked about how important it is that those who were previously called "artists of art." Because we all, one way or another, watch a movie or go to the theater or listen to music - and even watch TV. This is show business, entertainment industry. But these people can not only completely relax their brains, but also completely strain them, make them think, listen and look around the world in which we live, and live incorrectly because it is incorrectly arranged. Because in it, sobs now have influence and weight.