Этот концерт нам мутит Павел Данилин из Гильдии...

This concert is stirring up for us by Pavel Danilin from the Guild of Musicians, for which thanks to him. We are now at a crossroads of concerts and the desire to record a video. We plan to shove material from the upcoming performance into the clip. The video will be shot by some French director, and one of ours, the most charming of the dancers, Inna Makarenko will perform as the screenwriter. It is noteworthy that there will be a live piano at the concert, which I am quite pleased with. You won’t have to drag your bandura in the subway, although Pasha Rumyantsev recently helped me out of my hard-pressed garage-hangout from the Airport area, where I previously lived, and rented a garage. He and I scraped together for lunch at Pyatnitskaya Babyshchina, respectively, at Novokuznetskaya, where I took part in the festival Street Musician, from Mos.ru. This is the only convenient station for me, because I have to star there only along my green branch, without transfers, to drag the bandurin along which is sheer exhaustion. Total: scraped on both snouts at 560 rubles! In two hours. Pasha wore a heavy 15-pound bandura, a Yamaha P-115, as well as a stand. I - wore only a stool and a suitcase with a car battery, which was feeding my digital camera, respectively. It began to rain at the beginning of the performance, but, mindful of the past summer open, where it was damp and raw, and where my 255th “letter” worked with a bang, I was not at all embarrassed, and continued to play in the rain, the only inconvenience was the wet keys, on which fingers sometimes slipped! The rain was mushroom, thank God, and then we started to normally “cut” the cabbage, some strange people also came up to me, saying, well, they say, if you play something more folk than my ragtime, then the loot will flow by the river. I thanked for the advice, continued to play. Even some homeless people were entertained, sitting behind me in a small square from the direction of Sadovnichesky Passage, on which trams ran, every now and then, drowning out, periodically, the sound of my digital fan. Now, when we have to perform in the House of the Actor, I even had the thought that if any actors go to this club on the Arbat, let them and, say, third-rate, it would be very cool to entertain them. After all, the whole action can take the form of some acting tunes under the influence of the place. Although, of course, everything will primarily depend on the quality of our performance. And we have just arranged one party - we don’t have time to rehearse at all. Therefore, we will play for a long time the familiar short program from the plays Saloon Armadillo and St. Louis Blues. Perhaps, having crowned our program at the end, say, “Boogie Woogie”, or “Maple Leaf Ragtime”.