How I'm trying to become a Russian rapper

Andrei Baranov Aka Foton managed to work as a guard, a courier, a pizza as a pizza, the installer of intercoms, distributed leaflets, sold books, made sushi in a restaurant and was a watchman at a construction site. In general, an ordinary citizen experiencing the transformation of the country. Samizdat and Taxi “Citimobil” launch a joint documentary project about modern Russia through the prism of taxi drivers. In the first series, Andrei tells how he moved to Moscow from Yelets, reads his own tracks to passengers and tries to build a rap core.

In general, you become a creative person on some kind of poor experience, because when you see something bad, you can say that it is good. A beautiful song is born when pain or joy in the soul after severe pain. I served, worked at a construction site, courier, slept in the car. In general, it happened. I began to do rap immediately after the army, where it was especially difficult. It seems to me that only those are not afraid of anything, whom they brought up as wolves in childhood, but even when they came from the street, they will initially feel discomfort. At first you are crushed, and then you yourself become angry and tough and you yourself begin to look at the world through the eyes of the elders.

I was born in the city of Yelets, Lipetsk region. Since childhood, I have been fond of two things: sports (for some time was engaged in struggle, now I go to the gym) and creativity (sang from the kindergarten, and wrote the first poems at 11 years old). After school, he entered the school at the car mechanic - I often fiddled with cars, and my father all my life in this matter. The husband of my cousin worked there as a director, but did not help me. I always did everything myself. He did not abandon creativity, sang at all events.

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As the call began, I went to the military registration and enlistment office myself. I really wanted to serve - the spirit of patriotism lived in me. And my older brother, who went through the army and was always an example for me, said that the man should serve. By that time, I had health problems: I torn my back, playing sports incorrectly, a hernia formed. But I didn’t say anything about the medical board for the medical board, and I broke the x -rays. I thought: if that, they are poking me in the army. I remember, I counted the days before the start of the service: four, three, two, dreamed. And then it became scary, but what to do. I got into the troops of radiation, chemical and biological (RHB) protection. Quickly mastered the duties of the sentry and divorce.

I did not forget about creativity: I wrote army poems. The first year was hard, although at that time grandfather in the army practically turned out of itself. Press mentally, try to break. You are a beginner, you don’t know anything, you don’t know anything, and the elders are like a fish in water. Then I was transferred to another part, I rejoiced at this, because my thoughts appeared, I wanted to merge my aggression on the young. We were transferred from the training to new troops-the first mobile brigade of the RHB protection, she at one time participated in the elimination of the consequences of the Chernobyl accident.

There they looked at us again like beginners. They built on the parade ground and began to give commands: “Tighten the belts! So what, that you have already served for six months - you are nobody here. ” Our peers tried to break us, but we immediately gave a rebuff. I was the first to oppose this, even fighting with one colleague. I was no longer afraid that if you do not give a rebuff, they will be crushed. Then the fights also happened: because of the oblique gaze or some things, when I realized that you would take it, or they would take it away from you. It happens that you will return to the barracks, and you have a brush or razor from the nightstand disappeared. Here you will never know who stole. If I caught someone on the theft of a boot, then silently will be removed and returned. If someone took your shoes, then due to the fact that his grandfather took his boots. Usually they do not beat for this.

But there was a lot of fun in the service. The teachings some were worth it. 130 people are raised in alarm, and we must add mattresses, pillows and linen and in the sequence as the captain will say, and then with a full set on a parade ground. If everything was done correctly, then you can not take a mattress in the next rise - it’s already easier. And if someone was mistaken, then everything: you drag the full set on yourself. For three consecutive months in a row, they went on a march through swamps. They throw a smoke bomb, and you need to quickly put on chemical protection. I managed, was one of the seven fasting, but the late one and a half more penalty kilometers fled.

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In the army, I learned to bear responsibility for my words and actions. There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere to hide, and if you did something, you will certainly answer for it. Yes, there maybe not everything is perfect, and there is nothing good in the wars, but when a man lives in a society of men only for some time, it tempers.

He returned home from the service, and my mother (my father has not lived with us already) says: “I have no way to pay for your studies. If you want to get an education - go and work, make it yourself. ” My mother is a builder-finish, so I first got a job at the construction site. Then he was engaged in the sale of books, taxed. Soon, the familiar of my friend, very kind people, opened the first sushi-cafe in our city, and I went to the kitchen with a cook. There was a good place. It was not opened for the sake of profit, but because the owners considered sushi useful food and prepared them efficiently.

Since 2012, almost immediately after returning from the army, I began to make rap. One friend of mine at the school met a rural boy who was engaged in music and even bought equipment. And so we tried to do something together. I began to rhyme in my free time from work. I agreed to the Trinity with a bar at a local brewery on a speech on a summer stage. They read rap with a common message that somewhere the rich live well, and they have a podcher on us. I also put on my head a balaclava with a drawn smile and a slot on one eye, it was circled by white, and above it a question mark. Those spectators who were older, for forty, did not understand. They shouted something like: "Well, morons!" And the youth appreciated.

I had no more performances. When I taxed, sometimes I read rap people in the car. They often told me: “Do not stop, you do what you should. Rap is yours. " But I have not seen any prospects in my city.

In the same year he went to Moscow on a watch, worked as a guard. At first he sat in Tsaritsyn - there they built a new residential complex, then in Khimki. The experience is unsuccessful: they paid only half of the promised, there was nothing, so from the local warehouse, where products for snacks were stored on the Kremlin table, I took five to six large olives. So he survived. But I met a bunch of interesting people. One told me how the world is arranged, about particles, energy, torsion fields. When I realized that the salary debt would not be returned to me, I went home. He taxed there, then he found the shift as a guard and returned to Moscow again.

Soon I finally left for the capital. The woman that I brought to me called, and said that in the guard where her son worked, a place was freed. I immediately collected things. They paid well, but after some time only the locals began to be guarded, and I got a courier, delivered pizza. It was possible to raise two or three thousand a day. While it was warm, I slept in the car on which I worked. In the afternoon I went to the gym for training, washed in the same place, and in the evening I transported pizza. After a couple of months, when the beginning was cold, he quit, because the sleepless nights exhausted me, and took off his bed in the apartment in a warm camp. He met an electrician from the “communal services”, he called me to his brigade for a construction site. In general, a new business always found me. There I worked before the new one, 2017, then for some time a courier. He installed intercoms, distributed leaflets, taxed at the weekend at the clubs, simultaneously thinking how to untwist the rap artist. One of the passengers, having learned my story, said that her friends organize music festivals. I spoke on one of them, began to communicate with labels and recording studios.

A month ago I got a clip . I do not spread about my further creative plans: if I do something, it will immediately appear on social networks-and you will see. I can only say that I do not think to limit myself to one rap. It will be necessary - I will go on stage and read outgrade, no - I will sing pop. It doesn't matter to me. I do not share creativity. For example, I like Pharaoh, Morgenstern, The Limba, Post Malone, $ uicideboy $, The Weeknd, and Sergey Lazarev’s voice. I want to creatively develop not only in music, but also in painting, especially since I have all the skills. I want people to look and say: “Well done! I did beautifully! "

The film worked:

Executive producers: Valeria Davydova, Egor Mostovshchikov
Director: Maxim Martemyanov
Operator: Anton Petrov
Sound engineer: Fedor Balashov
Mounting director: Vasily Mostovshchikov
Color correction: Misha Denisov

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