Check. i>SUMMER LENINGRAD
IN THE 1980s -They already started?
-They just started. Quick, right back. Let’s go here.
Quick! Look at this. I close it with nails and nails
and they still manage to enter. Maybe I should electrify. -Yes, with alternating current …
-Don’t be a smartass. They’re cheap, I swear! My savior! But what luck! Quiet.. Come. Take some plywood and close it.
Like this. “And this one?”
“That too.” Wow … Hey, girls! Hello. -You saw us?
Of course! All right, I’ll see you guys.
You promised!You sold my guitar
And bought a coat i>All day long
They keep calling you nonstop i>Sorry, but I do not know who i>A long time ago
Since the last time I minded i>Carry on, my dear
Lively and brave i>You’re a mess i>You spend money
In nonsense i>Spend with your friends i>Thank God
People like you do not have children. I>-Natalia, help me.
You beat all the records i>You’re a mess i>Ira, do not shoot. Screw you!You’re a mess i>What is happening there? Let’s settle.
Artiom! Not allowed. “Why?”
– Not allowed. But I need to support the band. We love them. Girls!
Natasha, drop it. Okay fine.
Let’s keep it.When you lie in my face i>I want to kill you i>I think we are flours
From different bags i>But then another garbage
Will take your place i>You’re a mess i>You’re a mess i>Listen to me i>You’re a mess i>So what? Mike, it was freaking wonderful … without art and horrible,
with such infamous and ugly rhymes. This song, “Garbage” is
a hit! I bet half the room
was singing along. -Want a drink?
-Continues. Others have girls in the dressing room,
We have some guys and a drink. DANGER
HIGH VOLTAGE Ili , are you crazy?
The hall is stinking with your marijuana! It’s a great smell.Can I? i>We’re all naked. I can enter? Hi. Mike Vasilyevich,
Can I talk to you for a minute? A gift from your friends. And an admirer. It was great. I think so too Also liked, then? Right. No cameras. Without scandalous love affairs, there wouldn’t be rockstar biographies Natalia, how’s the scandal going? Keep dreaming. Good job. What can I say?
It was a good job. Appreciation on behalf of
of the club’s direction. Thank you for your appreciation. So that was Zoopark.
Who’s next? Strange Games are on the stage,
and then The Ashes. ROCK CLUB That’s right, ash… LENINGRAD ROCK CLUB ZOOPARK Mike Naumenko NO SMOKING He’s a pretty cool guy. We have good music, Viktor.
This is what counts. And Boris? Well, it’s complicated. Need to combine a times beforehand
or he will not be home. Mike’s accesible. And he will actually listen
our songs. I bet a lot of people approach Mike with songs. Boys, join us! Come.
Do not worry, we will not bite. No, thank you. Do not want to take
A bottle with me, boys? No, thank you.
We do not drink.Summer i>Made a croquette
I’m frying i>Time I have
But no money i>And I do not give the least i>Ah ah ah i>Summer i>I bought a newspaper i>Newspaper I have
But no beer i>So I’m going to look for a beer i>Ah ah ah i>Summer i>Today has a show at Lensoviet i>A little of this and that i>So should I go or stay? i>Summer i>Hooligans with English punches i>In search of your revenge i>But I do not give a damn i>Summer i>Worn shoes made of coins i>I smoke another cigarette i>I’m going to swim in the dam i>Summer i>I recently heard someone say i>That a comet is on its way i>It will explode us all i>Summer i>Summer i>Summer i>Summer i>Mike take off your glasses,
we never see your eyes. What do you need them for? For posterity. We should rehearse more
for posterity. Who can not touch
I should rehearse! Can we be yourbacking vocals? I>Do you see Natalia there? She thinks thatbacking vocals i>female
rock the garage. I do not think she likes it. You’re serious. You’re so boring, Mike. A married man! Artists can not be arrested
to a family. Do not arrest Mike! No one is holding anyone. Mick Jagger would not understand you,
Mikhail Vasilyevich. But he does not have a Natalia. Because Natacha does not have
a Mick Jagger. Who needs Mick
when I have Mike? Hi! -Hi guys.
-Oh, Punk invited us. Pleasure. Punk! Your friends! -Hi!
-Who’s there? Viktor, Liocha … -Hi.
-Hi. We’re here to see Mike. These guys are imposters.
I’ve never seen them before! Mike! We have impostors for you! Hi. Can we stay here with you?
We bought wine. Good or bad,
was all they had. Old, there are two types of wine:
good and very good. -What are you drinking?
-A Burgundy 1972. Does it serve one of Kichini v? -Of course yes.
-Thank you. I’m Lionia. Mike, it’s a pleasure. And that he’s Vitka …
I mean, Vitia. You are great.
Your songs are the best. The guy is telling the truth.
Drink something. Viktor. Mike. It didn’t look like this. Sorry, but what’s this for? To make music. Oh yeah? You play music? Yes I can Of Soviet composers? No, mine’s and Liocha’s Do you want watermelon? Yes please. Thanks How do you call your band? Nothing. Ladies and gentlemen,
the band of Nothing! You’re welcome to touch
“Anyway”. Relapses. The Relapsos . People, that’s enough.
You do not have to be mean. Maybe “The Parasites”? We are not parasites. I also work in the theater. Truth… Our friend, Lionia, works in the theater.
stage assistant. Viktor the artist.
Works with wood. Let me translate. Viktor learned how to carve
in the Technical Course. He’s a worker. Viktor, play something for us, please.
From old times. Before you forget how to play. What are you drinking? -Kichini v.
-And then after your Kichini v. So what? -Now?
-No, tomorrow! Stop. A little dry wine? Sure. You were going to sing.
So, come on. I want to smoke. Me too.
Can you give me one? I only have old “Belomor”. That’s what I smoke. I bought this amplifier
with my father’s inheritance. We were drinking in my house. Viktor was there too,
playing bass. He said
which he had begun to compose. Natasha! Mike! You promised something. You promised to manage
the cultural heritage of a great band … -What band?
-You know which one. Viktor, we’re all waiting! We all have drinks. My wife will cause a scandal
and we can show the world! To you. Natalia, you’re welcome. Going. Spider!
There’s a spider!“Look at my face,
no traces of reality. i>Look at my face,
there is no reality. ” i>Mike, the boys will sing.“I do not work, just accelerate.
All that I need. I>I do not work, I get stoned … i>Work “work”, n o ? This, “work.”“everything I need.” i>I’m a bit lazy. i>I’m a bit lazy. i>About me. -Take here.
-Thank you.But the phone will ring i>At my door I will hammer
And from the street I’ll scream i>No more napping i>“Stop sleeping!” i>And a drunken voice dir i>Something to pinch i>My friends spend their lives
marching on i>They just stop at the bar i>My house was empty i>Now it’s full of people i>And repeatedly i>My friends get together l
They drink wine and something else i>The bathroom is busy
There is some time i>The window has been cracked i>But frankly, I do not care i>My friends spend their lives
marching on i>They just stop at the bar i>My friends spend their lives
marching on i>They just stop at the bar i>Great music. …for sure. -It’s just a sketch. It’s not ready yet. – Seriously?
– If it’s good, it’s good. Come on, come on. Play “Vagabond”.I walk i>I walk alone i>I walk i>I walk alone i>What to do next i>I do not know i>I have no home i>And no one is at home i>I am a spare part i>Made a pile of scrap uhh … i>I’m a tramp uhh … i>I’m a tramp. Uh … i>I’m a tramp. Uh … i>Viktor, I’m sorry. But the end should be:
“I’m a tramp, uh, mama, mama” i>May mom always be here i>I’m a tramp, uh, mama, mama i>I’m a hobo i>I’m a tramp, uh, mama, mama i>I’m a hobo i>I’m a tramp, uh, mama, mama i>Follow me! Come on, come on! Let’s go. Come on, take off your clothes! Wait, I’m coming! My underwear is burning! I thought of a name for them.
Garin and Hyperboloid . Nice.
Which one is Garin? It does not matter, it sounds good.Enduring the West. i>The state has given you education. The State taught you.
And for what? For you to build a house,
to start a family. And plant a tree! But you scream like a beast! Douchebag! The Sex Pistols scream.
I howl. I have my own style. And you sing the songs
of our enemies! Sex Pistols are humble and hardworking. Like The Beatles.
They are not our enemies. Leave it to me. They are not enemies?? The United States is our enemy. And who else? You sing the songs
of our ideological enemy. Kobzon sings, I howl, remember? I’ll call the police. “I’ll call the police.”
Call them then. What kind of behavior is this? He’s a trickster!
Comrade, get a handle on him. I’m a bastard! A bastard.
He’s a degenerate. No more fun, boys. Teach him to love the trip comrade. Come on, come on, come on! You will see now! Bye guys.
I’m going. Show me your documents. You started. I saw it. What’s this? That! Another! There are more of these if you want! You insulted him first.
We are witnesses. At the request of many listeners, We’ll play a song.
of the band Talking Heads, called Psycho Killer. “I can’t seem to face up to the facts I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax. I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire Do not touch me. I’m a true
live wire. “I can’t seem to face up to the facts i>I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax i>I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire i>Don’t touch me, I’m a real live wire. I>Psycho killer, qu’est-ce que c’est? I>Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, fa, better i>Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away i> Oh, oh i>Psycho killer, qu’est-ce que c’est? I>Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, fa, better i>Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away i>Unfortunate comrades
of Komsomol! Kill me now! I’m a degenerate!
Damn it, I’m not! I’m a bastard!You start a conversation, you can’t even finish it i>You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything i>When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. I>Say something once, why say it again? I>Psycho killer, qu’est-ce que c’est? I> Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, fa, better i>Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away i>Oh oh I>Psycho killer, qu’est-ce que c’est? I> Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, fa, better i>Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away i>Oh, oh, oh, oh, aye-ya-ya-ya-ya i>Ce que j’ai fait, ce soir-là i>Ce qu’elle a dit, ce soir-là i>Réalisant mon espoir i>Je me lance, vers la gloire, okay i>Aye-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yeah i>We are vain and we are blind i>I hate people when they’re not polite i>Psycho killer, qu’est-ce que c’est? I> Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, fa, better i>DANGER
HIGH VOLTAGE THIS DID NOT HAPPEN I’ll make you a patriot. Here’s my stop. Okay, take it easy. Okay, see you next time, guys.
Until next time! Let me go! You insulted him first. This guy here, comrade,
we are all witnesses. Can not attack people
out of the blue. Go to hell! They filmed it in Vyborg last summer. The girls told me. They were in the scenes of the crowd
in the role of English. Probably nothing.
like England. Nothing at all. An England paper
in a Baltic plain. It is not very Soviet,
not very western. as a third place. A very comfortable place. “Do you change the channel?”
-Leave it to me. So, time to sleep? Let’s go to sleep? Let’s go to sleep? I have to finish
a cover art. They want to hear the tape
by tomorrow Who’s Blondie?
Never heard of her. Blondie is a band. Debbie Harry is the lead singer.
New Wave. Viktor, the tramp,
said New Wave is the future. The vagabond decides what kind of music
Do you hear now? He does not decide anything,
We just exchanged a few words. The album is not working. It will
Why wouldn’t it? You just need to stop and be lazy. Laziness
is my best quality. Thanks to her, I did not do it.
bad things. It’s true. What does Blondie sing about? “Call me any day or night. Call me anytime. ”
Something like that.Slippers, clips and rivets i>Laps, threads and forks i>Here where my tractors go i>And numbers fall in the piggy bank i>Where I plant
Aluminum cucumbers i>In a canvas field i>Where I plant
Aluminum cucumbers i>In a canvas field i>I wake up on a day
I’m dressed in my armchair. I>Recognize the wallpaper
From my cubicle i>I waited for you all night i>Who will you be?
Did you spend the night? I>My sweet N. i>Like that? Or blues?And when I went home i>I found you asleep
And I left you like this i>I did not want to make a scene i>CRITIC Hey, Lou Reed.
Hi, Dylan, old man! Yes or Dylan sings about Vietnam and about a black boxer
who was wrongly accused. What do you sing about, Mike? What’s your rock and roll?! This music is about a happy face,
so adjusted A guy who is not even there
for your fucked country. Not even with whom your wife sleeps! Dude, you heard of it
of a hero? And this heroic hero is here for what? First,
kill your inner wit. Second, when the artist … Then kill me. You go ahead. On here. There, you have a totally
ridiculous of Sweet, “Lies In Your Eyes”. Totally ridiculous. I wonder how she would be in Russian. “Fear in your eyes.” “Ashes in your eyes.” -Ashes in your eyes. It’s a perfect drug. But by saying this, it means
What perfect? Think about it.And when I went home i>I found you asleep
And I left you like this i>I did not want to make a scene i>None of this happened
nor will it happen.I thought: What does it matter?
With whom and where did you fall asleep i>My sweet N. i>Should we be the Sex Pistols? Okay, from the chorus
-The chorus?My mood depends
Of the number of beers I drank i>Stop! Stop! Stop! Why don’t we do it in a more lyrical way? More relaxed, like… Wait.My mood depends on i>Number of beers I drank i>Nobody needs me i>You are always trying to do something
to change my music. Why don’t we just play? But, Viktor, they … They are childish. -Yes? -Yes. -Yes… Is that bad? If we are punks,
that wouldn’t be a problem We are not punks. We are not punks,
we are not rock and roll. No garlic or bugle, as they say. Who are we, then?
Who are you? Viktor… Let’s go.In the blurred window of the bus i>Trap ugly words
With my finger i>Come here with mom. Are you going to mess up again?
tonight? We’ll be quiet, Evgenia,
promise. He did not eat,
You need to feed him. I’ll do that now, thank you. Mommy missed you.
Let’s eat porridge, Jenia.You said that you took a C
In geography i>I would not care if it was a D i>He said that someone caught you
Because of something you did i>My silence says it all
We continue walking i>Eighth grade girl i>Give me Jenia. I need to spend time with him. Just look at the time.
It’s bedtime. Go and rest, it’s okay. My little cutie … Can you not smoke near the baby?I’m so easy with you.
And you’re proud of me. I>You like your dolls
And from your balances i>But at 10 o’clock sharp
Mom is waiting for you. I>Eighth grade girl i>It’s getting better. It’s only a draft. It’s not ready yet.
I composed this morning. I do not like Mike’s music. But that’s good, really.
It has life. What do you know about life?
Besides drinking vodka? Look, it’s already a hit. Sounds like The Velvet Underground in the beginning.
Have you heard anything from them? I’ll put them for you to listen. Compose a song about my father.
He was part of a battle in the war. Let’s have a drink! Leave them alone. Let’s go. Go to your corner. It’s not your fucking business. Do what she said.
and be still! I just wanted to drink. I’ll discuss it somewhere else! What do you think? I like the fact that the recording
is poorly made. Exactly,
As if it had been recorded here. Underground. But velvety. Does this have Sally Can’t Dance? “Sally Can’t Dance” Is not from The Velvet Underground. It’s from Lou Reed’s solo career.
The record is good. But “Berlin” is even better. Lou’s lyrics are always the best.
How is your English? It’s not bad, but it’s hard to hear. On here. I can not promise you that it’s right.
I wrote what I heard. -You have many of these notebooks?
-Many. I just had an extraordinary idea.
of absurd proportions. What if… When you sing
“Eighth Grade Girl”, in the last verse you raise a tone? Like this…Eighth grade girl i>Instead…Eighth grade girl i>I don’t know… It’s not an original idea. But I think it combines
with the music. I like the way it is now. You’re the boss. On here. -Thank you. I’m going. I have not been home for days.
My mother is worried. -Oh On here…
This is for you. What’s this? Look at yourself. I carved it myself. That’s nice.
Thank you, Jenia and I love it. Natalia, but that’s indecent.
Your husband is still alive … I have a gift for you too. Just a moment. -What is that?
“Did you carve this too?” “An ashtray?”
“An ashtray.” Carving wood is legal and such … But you should be composing. Do you compose? It depends. Compose a few hits, arrange the band
and try to join the club. We’ll support you. Ok lyrics in censorship
and you go ahead. I do not know,
We need equipment. A guitar.
How can we play in a rock club? We are poets with a battery. Please, receive:
“The Poets with Drums”. Poets with swastikas. -Poets Drummers.
-Get the heck out of here! I do not say anything about that name.The baby can’t sleep. i>Get out of here now! i>Take here. Thank you. Without electric guitars, we’re screwed. Dude, that’s not the problem. A real rocker can play
on a stick and fly high. We need a new name.
Short and simple. Not more than two syllables. “Beer”. “Wine”. “Kino”. “Fork”. “Corkscrew”. “Fish”. “Cover”. “Letter”. – “Kino”.
-You already said, “Kino” We need to get an amplifier. -And for beer.
-Of course, beer is the priority. Actually, now. Can we trade? No. So how much? Five bucks. Got three. Okay, but be quick. You like Bolan? Yes I like all T. Rex. -Oh -Oh did I scare you?
-A little. Hi. Working? Yes.
Get one if you want. What about you? What are you doing here? Nice. Why am I here? Oh I came because of him. I heard that someone was selling
“Aladdin Sane” in the morning. I could not find it,
I think it was sold. Nice album. Yea, Mike loves it.
I was going to give it to him. Well I have to go, good luck. Wait, let’s go together. You know… I went to Mike’s house.
for the first time… In fact, at his sister’s house …
Because of Bowie. We had several walks, and I always high-heeled.
My only wish was … Look, they still have records. My only desire
was to throw me in a bank! When we meet
Mike was very shy. He never invited me.
to his house. But that day Mike mentioned
a new Bowie album. I was so tired of walking,
I thought I was going to faint. So I said, “Excuse me,
but think that we could listen to this record now? ” And I invited him to his house. Did you hear the record?
“I do not remember.” And so … He read the phone book.
for me. So many funny surnames! We laughed until morning. All right, I’m going now. Mike goes to work
the whole day… He forgot the food at home. Let me help you
to find a gift. What does he like? L. I. BR JNEV
ABOUT YOUTH He likes coffee.
Double. So let’s get him a double. Wouldn’t it get cold? Let’s be quick. How much for a cup? It’s not for sale.
to the family. I really do, come on. It’s more than you
can afford. it’s for good cause. Whatever it takes.
I have 3 rubles. You know, Viktor … What’s your last name? Viktor Robertovich.
The present is cooling down! So we’ll have to get an intergalactic rocket
to acelerate! Right? Let’s go.The doors are closing. i>Next stop:
Nekr ssov Street. I>I am a passenger i>And I ride and I ride i>I ride through the city’s backside i>I see the stars come out of the sky i>Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky i>You know it looks so good tonight I>I see the bright and hollow sky i>Over the city’s ripped-backsides i>Everything looks good tonight i>La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la i>La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la i>La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la i>Attention!
The doors are closing. I>-The next stop is… i>- We miss the stop! Stop, please.Get into the car i>We’ll be the passenger i>We’ll ride through the city tonight i>See the city’s ripped backsides i>Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky i>You know it looks so good tonight I>Step away.I am a passenger i>And I ride and I ride i>I ride through the city’s backside i>I see the stars come out of the sky i>We’ll see the bright and hollow sky i>We’ll see the stars that shine so bright i>The sky was made for us tonight i>La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la i>La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la i>La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la i>They should be ashamed.La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la i>La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la i>I am a passenger and I ride and I ride I ride through the city’s backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky. You heard an American composition
of the musician Iggy Pop, called “The Passenger”. But unfortunately,
none of this happened. Well it could have…-Voc was talking about Japan.
“Yes, fascinating.” They have wonderful poetry,
a whole world in three lines. They know that a single flower
It’s better than an entire bouquet. With a bough of flower,
Who needs a garden? And Bash …
Do you know Bash ? “How, friends? A man looks at a cherry blossom.
In his belt, a long sword! ” All right, Viktor. I’m leaving here alone.
Wait for me here, right? Kiyap! Cheese, One apple, That’s chicken and rice. And lingui a. What’s this? Coffee!
Double as you like it. Apparently, the mask
has no price. That we shed … I spilled a little. I need to go.
Time to get Jenia. I brought it In the other side of the city? Yes. Taste it. How is it? Bitter. Tasty. Cold. Cool. Do you have the letters? I’ll see Ivanova now. She’s angry today. Fought with everyone
He’s having lunch now. And you should leave. Do not let her see you like this. Drug of the Sex Pistols. At least you look human,
They’re not so fucked. Being fucked the best way of life
in the land! Soviet youth do not need of this type of message,
Mike Vasilyevich. Get approval for your music
and your next show will be here. Hi. “At my door I will hammer And from the street will cry No more napping. A drunken voice will speak
‘Spend something to pinch’ Perfect letter for lunch. I see you have no fear of poor rhymes. In compensation,
the shape matches the content. It is a form of primitivism.
Consciously. Can I? Leave me,
I’m still in the lunch hour. Excuse me.
-All. Thank you. Very well, son. Folks, Do not get me wrong, we created the rock club
for a reason. To show that rock is
not for lazy in the alleys. And what do you do? Take it all
back to the alleys. Why are you doing this? “I’m a tramp, uh, uh, mama, mama, I’m a tramp uh uh.” I know where the influence came from,
Mike Vasilyevich. “Mama, mama” was my idea. At least you have a heroic, strong, determined, independent.
But that? A worker with a cigarette. Exactly. A worker also
You have the right to speak, do not you? He’s the working class. The working class, I know. But Soviet rock musicians must
to find what is good in mankind. And play
an active social role. Understood. Viktor, do not be so agitated.
Sit down. Hello. -Hello.
-Hello. This is Oleg. Oleg is our drummer. Oleg, Can you get us some drinks, please? These songs are satiric.
We have few of them. And, in a way,
also clearly… a critique on society. Right. Let’s assume
that this is the case. What is the criticism?
from “Eighth Grade Girl”? Sexual dysfunction. “I’d like to hear that from the author.” Promiscuity.
Of the sexual kind. That’s it. And “My friends”? Alcoholism among young people. And “Time I have, but no money”? Parasitism. Right. So I’m going to write this … Comedic music. -No, they’re not …
-Viktor! Get something to drink. You, too.
Go. Can you …?
-Go! Yes please. Tania, let the boys play. Under the influence of other bands
ideologically strong, they will develop a conscience. It’s good that you’re singing and composing. They have a job. I will never get close to the band.
Rossianie, but … I probably will not drink it.
Nor steal.So we must give up
to the yoke of things, i>material wealth
and pursuit of profit. i>Bring some friends together
and rent a house in the countryside, i>Avoid talking about politics, i>have empty conversations i>about nothing
and all at the same time i>Mike, your friends are here. Hi, everybody. What a good surprise! Here it is, as promised. Thank you, old man.
Wonderful. It is? I can not do that, old man.
I need this for myself. Scary Monsters !
About us! Mike, the champagne. And money?
How does it work in your utopia? also shared.
It’s easier that way. And a few basic ones, right? And what furniture would you have,
ideally? Ideally, I would lie in a sofa receiving royalties from my music
for all life. I have a sofa.
I change for a disk. Cool, I’ll think about it. Mike, what about the clothes? Who needs clothes? Ira, the champagne was not for you. Ksiucha, can you get a rag? This lifestyle is a cult. Each one must live as he wishes,
not as others say to live. I think it’s a good idea. A toast for Zoopark! I also want to thank Mike for helping us join the rock club. Thank you all guys. PUNKS OF THE USSR REVOLUTION Let’s bet a beer.
about the first thing I’ll say on TV before the newspaper: “100 thousand tons” of something
or the dear “Leonid Brezhnev”. -I bet on “100 thousand tons.”
– And me in “Leonid Ilyich.” Have you heard
in “Garin and Hyperboloid”? Of the music “I am a tramp”? I’ve heard of it. Is it you? Something like that. My pleasure. -Lionia. -Viktor.
-Hi Here, cigarettes with fish. Or “Ashes to Ashes”,
to the Russian style.Mike, I owe you a beer. i>”Leonid Brezhnev!” Want to do a private show? Of course yes. We have a short repertoire. About 30 minutes. If we go and Mike,
Maybe it could work. Mike Vasilyevich! Do you want to poison your baby?
I said to smoke in the kitchen! Come on, or she’ll kill me. A very passionate lady,
to Evgeny Plovodna. Are you going home tonight? I’ll stay until tomorrow.
I called my parents. It’s not as soon as we behave. Moving like this, rolling like a fag. So how do we behave? What’s ours? -Vyss tski to ours.
“Vyss tski, of course. Why do not you try picking up a guitar? Play with it a little.
See if you can play the strings. Try to stay in the microphone too. So it will differentiate a man
of a sissy. Viktor. Wow! Do you like tomatoes? Yes. -Taste.
Give me a bite. We can divide … With the! We need to talk… It is not locked. I called my mother. I’m staying with you tonight. Still have something to drink? In the kitchen. Pay attention,
This is the best part. Beautiful. To the right.
Tussore. Head left. Tussore.
Turn. Separate the n degas.
Can go. -Pacha!
-Kolia! Pacha, are you here? Me! Stop yelling! Tell me, is this Afghanistan? Stop it mom. Kolia! He was called a week ago.
and said nothing. Kolia! Oleg! Oleg! Hand over the chips. Take off your underwear. Bend over and separate the buttocks Next. Hey, you! I’m talking to you. Stop this,
or I will beat you in the head. Separate the buttocks Let’s go. This is crazy, Viktor!
A recording? But we do not have a drummer. What will we do? Let’s put a drum machine sampler
in the background. Half of the club likes
of AC/DC and Black Sabbath … And you want to introduce yourself.
with a drum sampler? They almost can not stand me.
I will destroy you. Let them destroy. I do not understand
Why does this bother you so much? Because it’s not rock ‘n’ roll it’s a disco thing! What’s the problem with a disco? Bowie digs disco. If your darling Bolan
had not died, he’d also be playing disco as well. And he would not mind. Of course. “Do not care” about the future. Do whatever you want.
You can even play Duran Duran! I do not care. Well, we’ll go. Ended. What are we going to do now? Whatever you want. Choose one. Uhm…they are both good. No, choose one. Right. T. Rex. Why not Lou Reed? He’s monotonous.
Arrogant sometimes, too. I do not always like to hear it. So anyway! Why did not you tell me this before? I would not have played Lou Reed
near you. I did not want to bother you. But I can not guess.
what do you want? So you better tell me
what you really want I want to kiss Viktor. And how can I help with that? Give my blessing? Almost. If you did not know that I’d like to kiss him,
guilt would’ve torture me. And what do you need?
A signature? A stamp? You can tell. Go ahead, kiss him. T. Rex, then? Hi guys. Hi. I also need to close. “Rock Star” next.During the day you have everything
Everything that makes life worthwhile i>Things to do, friends
Sometimes even money i>Wine and even friends
With whom to drink i>You are a rock star i>At least is what they say i>And the boys
In a dirty and suffocating café i>They are happy
If you look at them i>Get fucking loose, Mike!
Damn it! Stand up guys.The calm will come with a new day i>We will play tonight i>A new day,
but old faces i>The whole game
old man forever! i>Natasha, get up!You are a rock star i>You turn on the sound i>And sings the old blues i>You play, happy, happy i>Hey, rock star i>Forward!What you would not give
To fall asleep? I>What I would not give
To be deceived? I>Hey, rock star i>I’ll arrest you all! Stop with that indecency! You must be proud!Hey, rock star i>Hey, rock star i>THAT DID NOT HAPPEN Zoopark! Zoopark! We left after Mike played,
before the Hyperboloids. Why put someone to play
after Mike? Okay, look at this. Viktor, Vitia, what’s this? Lionia, I told you to dress.Hey, rock star i>Now get ready for the mysterious
“Garin and Hyperboloid”. And even if one of them is
with a ruffled shirt and the other also, I think they are good.
A round of applause! a new humorous band. Listen to the humor in the lyrics.Hey, where are you?
Your rubber colored shoes? I>Where is your hake? i>Dad, take off your slippers
Of view i>More volume in the voice. “What?”
-Voice, voice.At that time you would not have given
Not five bucks for them. I>You used to be
A beatnik i>You used to be
A beatnik i>You used to be
A beatnik i>You used to be i>