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Осторожно, как вчера бокал, я вынула из ушей наушники. Разжала руку, позволив им упасть на пол. Что же это такое, за что мне это? Второй раз за два дня. Всего только второй раз за три года. Почему раньше в Британии я никогда не плакала? Из гордости своей? Или потому, что в отношениях с Эриком была сильной стороной, а мужчины не плачут? Или здесь просто нет ничего, о чём я могла бы плакать?
«Постарею, побелею» – ну да, куда же я денусь. «Перетоскую, переворошу» – а как же, уже ведь тоскую, уже ворошу, может быть, все эти годы тосковала и ворошила. Даже осторожно мечтала: что, если? И детки были бы красивые. Не будет теперь никаких деток. «По тебе перетолкую, что в себе ношу» – конечно, по тебе, по кому же ещё, не по Эрику ведь я буду это толковать. «Только без тебя» – и это сбылось. Со вчерашнего дня и навеки,
Я не буду включать анализ этой песни в планирование курса. Все остальные – пожалуйста. Эту – нет. Ах, да: прямо сейчас я встану с этого кресла. Умоюсь. Сделаю несколько упражнений из yoga for beginners.10 Приму душ. Выйду из номера и пойду гулять по Лондону, пока не стемнело. (И то ведь: была здесь раза четыре в жизни, так и сидела всё время в своём ливерпульском захолустье.) До центра дойду пешком. Заскочу в Poundland, куплю резинку для волос и новые стельки. Забреду в Британский музей или в Национальную галерею, поброжу по залам часа два. Выпью чашку кофе в Pret a Manger, послушаю уличных музыкантов на Трафальгарской площади. Поглазею на Парламент и Колесо обозрения. Куплю магнитик с красной телефонной будкой в сувенирной лавке. Неспешно вернусь домой на автобусе. Поваляюсь в постели, ни о чём не думая, не вспоминая, не жалея. И добросовестно сяду писать конспект первого занятия.
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Dear young ladies, dear young gentlemen, dear other, I am very happy to see you. My name is Alice Florensky. I am your visiting professor for the Russian Non-Classical Music of the Late Twentieth Century. I will give you nine or ten lectures, each followed by a group discussion. My choice of the songs we will be talking about will be explained somewhat later; for now, you can rest assured that all of the songs we shall deal with definitely deserve your attention.
I am still hesitant about your assessment: I believe the course will result in a test. This is an optional course, though; it is therefore highly likely that you will just have an (oral?) fail or pass exam, or given no assessment at all. Your activity in our discussions may be taken into account in your final assessment. All these issues are still to be cleared. I promise to clear them as soon as possible and to give you more precise information next time.
This opening lecture is devoted to Igor Sarukhanov, a Russian rock musician, composer, and artist of Armenian descent, born in 1956. We shall begin with some core terms, though: with defining these terms or, rather, with un-defining them; I mean, with questioning their validity in the context of our course.
The fact that ‘anything,’ any cultural or pseudo-cultural phenomenon—including obscenities even – is worth an academic discussion, has now become general knowledge. (I will avoid songs containing obscenities as conscientiously as I can; sorry about those of you who were anticipating them.) To put it in simpler terms, if coprophagy can be defined academically or even given a series of lectures about, so of course can pop culture. Anyone who teaches arts and humanities has to plainly accept the fact that the academic knowledge of today progressively detaches itself from any moral responsibility for what it describes. Speculations on why it is happening would lead us far beyond our subject, so let us probably drop them altogether.
All this having been said, it still remains unclear how far we can rely on those very terms—‘folk music,’ ‘rock music,’ ‘pop music,’ ‘bard music,’ ‘military music,’ or even ‘symphonic music’—when talking about the Russian music of the late twentieth century. On the one hand, most of the Russian songs that we shall look into can be categorised in those terms. It is more or less obvious, for instance, that, whereas describing Victor Tsoi as a successful rock star of the 90es, we would hardly apply this definition to, say, Valery Obodzinsky. (Victor Tsoi was more than just that, to note in parenthesis: over the years after his death, his figure has acquired a sort of cult status.) And yet, there is a certain line up to which all those terms, when applied to the Russian music of the period, are still workable. Beyond this line, these definitions become bereft of any practical sense: they simply ‘fall into water’ of fruitless terminological speculations and drown there.
Let me give you three examples. Here is Nikolay Rastorguyev, performing a romance song, or just a ‘romance’—I am positive that you are familiar with the term. The Oxford Dictionary of Music states that a romance ‘generally … implies a specially personal or tender quality.’ The romance in question is, indeed, a delicate love song with a gentle melody, its text being a fine specimen of the Russian poetry of the early twentieth century and written by Nikolay Gumilyov, an influential Russian poet, literary critic, and traveller who was arrested and executed by the secret Soviet police in 1921. And yet, Nikolay Rastorguyev is very far from being a typical romance singer. He is, in fact, the frontman of Lyube, a well-known Russian rock band. I would further say that Lyube is a patriotic rock band, and that it also is Vladimir Putin’s favourite musical collective, to make it even more complicated. All things considered, do we deal with a romance or a rock song in this particular case?
Here is ‘In a Frontline Forest,’ a very exemplary Soviet military song of WWII, ‘official propagandistic crap,’ as some of you would perhaps want to define it. (Spoiler: it is not.) Will you now admit that it in no way resembles a military march? The song is said to be very popular among common Soviet soldiers who also composed its alternative lyrics, thus creating a folk song in the truest sense of this definition. So which one of the two categories, being ‘military songs’ and ‘folk songs,’ does ‘In a Frontline Forest’ fall into?
And now, here is the State Orchestra of Byelorussia/Belarus, performing the symphonic version of Victor Tsoi’s ‘Blood Group.’ Can ‘Blood Group’ still be seen as a piece of rock music when performed in this manner?
I want to make quite clear that all the mentioned songs are not rare and extraordinary exceptions. For the Russian music of the period, it seems to be the general rule to mix up different musical genres or to transgress their boundaries every time the artist thinks fit do to so.
We might want to speculate about the reasons underlying this methodological anarchy. We will go on and on speculating about them endlessly, though, unless we fail to grasp one simple fact, namely how deeply the Russian vision of what music generally is—or shall be—differs from the West-centered vision of music.
Over years, decades, and centuries, most of you have got accustomed to the image of a pop singer fabricating away ‘nice tunes’ of relatively low cultural value to please teenagers, housewives, or perhaps manual workers in order to get their admiration and—obviously enough—their money. You also have a mental image of a rock celebrity who deliberately provokes and shocks the public conscience by all means possible; probably in order to reform his or her countrymen, to challenge important social or political problems, and thus to make the society he or she lives in a better place. (Forgive me these oversimplifications: you know as much as I do that they are a far too simple way to describe the musical landscape of the West.) In Soviet Russia, these cultural cliches have never worked, and it still remains unclear whether they work in the Russian Federation of today.