Marilyn Monroe
Painting pretty people is really hard, because when you don’t get all proportions right it’s very noticeable and you need to spend more time studying their face. In this case I admit - I did fuck up a bit. So let’s say that this a Lena-Headey-inspired Cersei painting, not exactly a portrait ;)
Recently I’m rarely posting my paintings, that’s because I’m busy doing stuff that I can’t put online (and tbh - you wouldn’t be interested in that). Upcoming weeks will be even more quiet (some important stuff to do, wish me luck), so I just want to ask you guys one thing - don’t forget about me :)
So beautiful…
In heaven that’s all they talk about - the ocean - and how wonderful it is. They talk about the sunsets they have seen. They talk about how the sun turned blood-red before it set. And they talk about how they felt when the sun was loosing its power, - and the cold that was coming from the ocean, while the rest of the fire was still glowing.
R.E.M and U2 - One
Frankly, if I didn’t saw this video and didn’t know the year, I would think it’s bb Michael who sings it in around ‘82. Beautiful, glorious voice. Mike and Michael look so pure in comparison to U2’s guys.
This song never touched me at all, not my kind of disco, but this version touched me so much deep inside ***__***
Виктор Цой - Кукушка/Cuckoo
Песен ещё не написанных сколько
Сколько скажи кукушка, пропой
В городе мне жить или на выселках
Камнем лежать или гореть звездой,
Звездой
Солнце мое, взгляни на меня
Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак
И если есть порох, дай огня
Вот так
Кто пойдёт по следу одинокому
Сильные да смелые головы сложили в поле, в бою
Мало кто остался в светлой памяти,
в трезвом уме да с твердой рукой в строю, в строю
Солнце мое, взгляни на меня
Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак
И если есть порох, дай огня
Вот так
Где же ты теперь, воля вольная,
С кем же ты сейчас ласковый рассвет встречаешь, ответь
Хорошо с тобой, да плохо без тебя,
Голову да плечи терпеливые под плеть, под плеть
Солнце мое, взгляни на меня
Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак
И если есть порох, дай и огня
Вот так…
Zemfira - Cuckoo (cover)
A very beautiful cover of one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite singer ***__***
I don’t like this translation, it doesn’t give any sense of real beauty of the lyrics, but i can’t find any better translation. And really, it’s very difficult to translate Viktor Tsoi in English, i was trying but there is no way for me to transfer all its
beauty and force…
Cuckoo
How many songs are there yet to come?
Tell me, cuckoo, and sing?
Where am I to live, where am I to die?
Lying on the ground, or flying like a star in the sky?
Flying
Sunshine above, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
If there’s a way out, then show it to me*
Like this?
Who will tread upon these lonely steps again?
Who is strong and brave? Who will pay the price in battle
With their lives?
Very few remain in our memory,
With a sound mind, and a strong hand in the ranks
Alive
Where have you gone now, my freedom, where are you?
Who’s the lucky one meeting you again this morning,
Tell me?
It’s good with you around, but it’s bad without
But my head and shoulders can hold out underneath the whip
You see…
* In original it sounds something like “If you have powder GIVE FIRE!” but if it will be translated in English in a strict way it will be difficult to understand it in right way, because the russian word “poroh” is “powder” in English is has so many other meanings in English (even narcotics) and just one meaning - a powder for a gun, in Russian and in fact the point is “if you have power you MUST use it!”. That’s why i’m saying that it’s Very difficult to translate Viktor Tsoi’s lyrics in English.
Wow, i’ve found a nice cover from Indian fans of Kino, they sing it IN RUSSIAN, so nice :DD
When Your Girlfriend is sick (translation by Marva )
Today’s just a usual day, but only you are unhappy,
And everyone around you is merry, but you’re sad,
You lost your appetite, and you don’t want to go to the movies,
You go to the store to buy wine..
The sun’s shining, and the grass is growing,
But that doesn’t matter to you,
All’s not right,
When your girlfriend’s sick..
You go to the store, your head’s hanging down,
It’s as if the pure mountain spring has dried up,
She’s lying somewhere, eating honey and taking her medicine,
And now you go to a party, all alone..
The sun’s shining, and the grass is growing,
But that doesn’t matter to you,
All’s not right,
When your girlfriend’s sick..
![One more interesting article :)))
cult of the amateur (kino vs keen)
09jan08
I’ve noticed bloggers apologise when talking about Andrew Keen, author of The Cult of the Amateur: How blogs, MySpace, YouTube, and the rest of today’s user-generated media are destroying our economy, our culture, and our values. To quote him is to give him the publicity his faux-contrarian defence of mainstream, professional media is designed to elicit. But I’ll take this opportunity to say that Keen’s attack on the amateur and self-published is, in my view, a little bit Stalinistic.
I’d like to contrast the world he defends, where what we watch, hear and experience should be mediated by professionals, with one still in the recent memory where to self-publish was a political and democratic act and a gesture of defiance. Of course, there are some places still like that.
This thought came to me as I have been working on a pet project to archive some photos of Russian rock god Viktor Tsoy of the 1980s band Kino, who my Twitterfollowers may already be bored with me mentioning. What I have is an old hand-made cassette and a bunch of photos I took when hanging out with Tsoy in 1986.
I need to come back to my knowledge of Tsoy in much more detail, but just as Yuri Kasparyan is tuning up in this picture, this post can be a small, note-bending taster of what I will aim to put up in the coming weeks.
Tsoy and Kino are noteworthy for a number of reasons in the history of 20th century culture, and arguably much more iconic than all those indie bands that we neurotic boy-outsiders modelled ourselves after in our youths — those that were invariably selling out while pretending not to. [I’m fine with that, by the way.]
Tsoy died in a car accident in 1990. So deep was his influence on the culture, 65 Soviet youth reportedly committed suicide after his death, thus compounding the individual tragedy. As an icon, Tsoy was one of those rare agencies who was breathing life back into a society that had suffered from seven decades of some of the worst repression in human history.
My most recent research on the band suggests that little if any of their material is copyright. This is not surprising because you could say that the Soviet Russian concept of self-publishing ( “samizdat” or, in the case of the cassette of their songs that I own, “magnitizdat“), was the original creative commons: copy and pass along.
What makes Tsoy the definitive amateur though was that, despite a burgeoning career as Russia’s leading rock musician in the late ’80s, when he was finally signed to the state record company, he reportedly maintained his employment as a boiler operator.
Well my own efforts are steadfastly amateur in so many respects that I too won’t be giving up the day job . But I must admit to some professional help in the form of my friend the artist Grahame Baker Smith, who helped me scan the first few images and saved me a lot of time by pointing me in the direction of the right technology. Grahame’s work for that other rock god Robert Plant can be seen and commissionedhere. http://knackeredhack.com/2008/01/09/cult-of-the-amateur-kino-vs-keen/ :)))](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4vl7eBfSw1qidsi0o1_1280.jpg)
One more interesting article :)))
I’ve noticed bloggers apologise when talking about Andrew Keen, author of The Cult of the Amateur: How blogs, MySpace, YouTube, and the rest of today’s user-generated media are destroying our economy, our culture, and our values. To quote him is to give him the publicity his faux-contrarian defence of mainstream, professional media is designed to elicit. But I’ll take this opportunity to say that Keen’s attack on the amateur and self-published is, in my view, a little bit Stalinistic.
I’d like to contrast the world he defends, where what we watch, hear and experience should be mediated by professionals, with one still in the recent memory where to self-publish was a political and democratic act and a gesture of defiance. Of course, there are some places still like that.
This thought came to me as I have been working on a pet project to archive some photos of Russian rock god Viktor Tsoy of the 1980s band Kino, who my Twitterfollowers may already be bored with me mentioning. What I have is an old hand-made cassette and a bunch of photos I took when hanging out with Tsoy in 1986.
I need to come back to my knowledge of Tsoy in much more detail, but just as Yuri Kasparyan is tuning up in this picture, this post can be a small, note-bending taster of what I will aim to put up in the coming weeks.
Tsoy and Kino are noteworthy for a number of reasons in the history of 20th century culture, and arguably much more iconic than all those indie bands that we neurotic boy-outsiders modelled ourselves after in our youths — those that were invariably selling out while pretending not to. [I’m fine with that, by the way.]
Tsoy died in a car accident in 1990. So deep was his influence on the culture, 65 Soviet youth reportedly committed suicide after his death, thus compounding the individual tragedy. As an icon, Tsoy was one of those rare agencies who was breathing life back into a society that had suffered from seven decades of some of the worst repression in human history.
My most recent research on the band suggests that little if any of their material is copyright. This is not surprising because you could say that the Soviet Russian concept of self-publishing ( “samizdat” or, in the case of the cassette of their songs that I own, “magnitizdat“), was the original creative commons: copy and pass along.
What makes Tsoy the definitive amateur though was that, despite a burgeoning career as Russia’s leading rock musician in the late ’80s, when he was finally signed to the state record company, he reportedly maintained his employment as a boiler operator.
Well my own efforts are steadfastly amateur in so many respects that I too won’t be giving up the day job 
. But I must admit to some professional help in the form of my friend the artist Grahame Baker Smith, who helped me scan the first few images and saved me a lot of time by pointing me in the direction of the right technology. Grahame’s work for that other rock god Robert Plant can be seen and commissionedhere. http://knackeredhack.com/2008/01/09/cult-of-the-amateur-kino-vs-keen/ :)))
I’ve found some warm words about Viktor Tsoi from one Korean fan… GOLDEN WORDS!!!
Tsoi’s band, KINO, is often thought to be as great as the Beatles in Russia.
While the music styles are completely different, the comparison may be valid in terms of
their popularity and their social and cultural influences.
Now quoting Wiki: “1987 was a breakthrough year for Kino. The release of their 7th album Blood Type (Gruppa Krovi) triggered what was then called “Kinomania”. The open political climate under glasnost allowed Tsoi to make Blood Type his most political album yet it also allowed him to record a sound of music that no one before him was able to play. Most of the tracks on the album were directed at the youth of the Soviet Union, telling them to take control and make changes within the nation, some of the songs addressed the social problems crippling the nation. The sound and lyrics of the album made Tsoi a hero among Soviet youth and Kino the most popular rock band ever.”
AND HE LOVED TO SHARE HIS MUSIC - FOR FREE! … AND LOOK HOW DOWN-TO-EARTH HE WAS …
“Even though Tsoi was a huge star, he still lived a relatively ordinary life. He kept his old job in the boiler room of an apartment building, a fact that surprised many people. Tsoi said that he enjoyed the work and he also needed the money to support the band, as they still received no government support and their albums were copied and passed around the nation via samizdat free of charge. This made Tsoi even more popular among the people because it showed that he was down to earth and they could relate to them”
Viktor Tsoi’s Korean-Russian, and also for this reason I became very interested in his music.
Ironically, I don’t speak a word of Russian, but fortunately, found this site that has
all the essential info: Http://boshetunmay.com/distort/kino/frames.html
Viktor basically made almost all tracks for KINO … and his lyrics are always very poetic.
http://luceandalati.blogspot.fr/2011/06/rip-viktor-tsoi-kino.html
