Adventurer #15 31 июля 2004

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Scene - report Miguel / CPU on CAFe'2003.

CAFe'2003 Report

Remembering my last year's impressions of the city, this time I
began to prepare in advance. Mentally and physically. It should 
say, it was not easy. During the year I was very relaxed, and 
in order to spend time in Kazan, as we do normally,

had to work on yourself. Somewhere in mid-July, after
how came to us, some representatives Kovrov
scene and the official release adv # 14, then have a month or a 
half, I limited myself to a diet and sleep, increasing 
simultaneously immune to alcohol. Accordingly, it was necessary 
as a form lead and muscle, because without the long hours of 
hiking in We can not do as a rule, no ride. All this

contributed to the relatively frequent visits on Fridays so
called art-club "Crossroads", in which I went about 3 times
one with free then, as she rolled. Being a big
lover come off under the old rock-n-rolchik, shedding some
liters of sweat and drank beer in 5-6 battles, I was returning a
home at five o'clock in the morning.

The weather was a success, and having at home such as the Volga 
River difficult to keep cool and avoid the water treatments.

Work did not want to, though and it turned from time to time
earn money on a regular beer, so virtually every
day, in different company, but usually it was someone from
CPU, one or two people, I've done in the way 30-40 minutes
on foot from one side of the river to the other, where we
located opposite the black buoy with the number 195, to
which I swam three times with intervals of 20-30 minutes. A
distance was 200 meters.

In late July occurred in the city of rock 'n' Roll Festival,
which were different teams from the city and region, as well
as Mister Twister. On it, we drew off robust design together 
with Existence, although the first day we tried to support the 
Century, drank Screwdriver 10 liters, met with two girls, one 
of the I've become quite hang tight, again often

hanging in the ass.

Then I decided it was time to take tickets. It was already late 
July, and for my situation was a bit confusing, since no one 
else from going to go people are not willing to move a finger. 
Alff prosral his passport and generally behaved like a fool, 
always panting me up when I struck up a conversation about the 
tickets. Chasm as usual did not have the required sum of money, 
but by elph Because of constant renunciation of the world 
either forgot, or scored me to convey all that is necessary for 
processing of travel documents. Achim on one Pervak ​​showed 
responsibility and all made as necessary.


In Alff'a idea to make a demo. Since inward already something
doing, he decided that he should be in collaboration with me too
something to expose. Chasm tried to promote an idea, but
As usual lately, he gets something strictly
Narrative, not practicable for this short period
time and the forces that have CPU. Clearly, the
deficiencies exhibit we do not like, just like anything
not enough.

I started listening, thinking through the idea in passing, and 
trying to adjust under its soundtrack. I knew very little about

technical details, I do not know how much effect that
as in general, therefore, to be honest, I'm rusty at it, 
thinking itself is not particularly zaparivat. I imagine only 
that all should be dark, if not gloomy, then depressed, or even

be melancholy with a little smack of desperation and related
this evil. About this I was guided and when was playing
first outline of the guitar. Maybe I was influenced early on
Anathema, namely the 1992-th year that the time I did not
pulled out from the player two months and listened to him in 
the morning, sometimes spohmelya one time I even got sick and 
sore throat for three days lying vpovalyachku, wrapped in a 
blanket with his head, feeling only vibration of the bed of 
drums and bass. 

Departure was scheduled for Wednesday and on Monday we gathered 
at the elph'a in the hut, bringing to Achim Scorpion with 
Monica and me pisi. Then at night I first saw that prepared 
Alff. I almost like it properlo of Haujobb, and I began to look 
for backgrounds, what I was trying to help Chasm. At the end of

all, on Wednesday morning about 8 o'clock, I knocked back, 
leaving Sanya and Vova from Practically finished demoy and 
igruhoy, elph to already completed the _the sourse and slept. 
Decided to meet here this evening.


Accompany many people had gathered, at last look all that
we carry, we packed up and went to the station. There was 
already waiting Alff with all the ready, as well as with beer. 
As the train took vodka with juice and again beer.


As I said earlier, I did not expect anything good from Kazan and
so was thinking to score at all and stay with a friend, so
Moreover, the metal began to appear in any reciprocal feelings, 
and here I have not see her for almost 2 weeks. This is after 
what we It spent all our time together for almost a month. 
Frankly, did not think such girls are, but here recently I had 
to tell her the principles of data storage drives, to explain

sidyuka work initiated by her, that she grasped on the fly.
Recently, she Achim sidyuk mended, and then expressed a strong
desire to "dig into glands, pointing at his Athlone. And
in general, its pret what we're trying to do.

On the way to Moscow we normally drink. I remembered last year's
trip, figuring out what I did and why I am attracted
food at this time. It is encouraging that we are something we 
carry, and maybe even gain something, although it was 
sufficient only sensation of watching the big screen. I did not 
think that someone will be interesting to talk to, so I took

the final decision to get drunk.

At the Belorussian station we were met by Vasya Jtn, which I do 
not immediately recognized. A few hours earlier had come to the 
same Slovaks in the face and Mikezx Ellvis'a of Zeroteam / CTL 
ia, where and waited Jtn and Dizzy. Young people, similar to 
gouging, trying to read Russian inscriptions vygladeli very 
sluggish, tired to see road. Diffidently going to the English, 
I explained to them that Kazan, they will receive Pentagon, 
which will bring back Organism, with I've agreed in advance by 
email. 

The weather is not spoiled, periodically went fine and not very 
rain, There was neher, so we decided to take away foreigners

attractions, the first thing that came to mind, of course,
Red Square. But for the beginning bought beer and sausages, 
vodka and juice and hang in the street next to some shop where 
it all dispersed over the next hour. In Rybinsk I somehow 
differently represent our pastime in Moscow

lasting almost 12 hours. But it so happened that
weather is broken off. And then there was option to go to his 
brother in part. Could be another option - to meet with the 
girl, but it was not in town, but I really wanted to get out

CD with the soundtrack of Mulholland Drive.

Little load, we set off. First on the Kazan.
Left in the storage room junk and light went on.

In fact, I was the second day of the road suffers, I had
hide secret that nobody knew about the surprise that
waiting for everyone in Kazan. From time to time sipping a 
cocktail CPU "and tucking ingredients whenever possible, we 
will lose from others. It happened somewhere near the square. 
Achim, through its ability to nazhiratsya with at least booze,

felt like I could not even go into a toilet. In
Finally, we were on a raw bench somewhere in Izmailovo doedaya
sandwiches from home, sipping beer from a half, and throwing 
each other Locomotives ordinary cigarettes. Slowly let go of 
alcohol, began kolbasit from moisture, cold, fatigue and lack 
of sleep. Blockages in some cafe and ordered two coffees and 
two sandwiches and cat on the table, we sat there for about an 
hour. Almost constant laughter has become a cause reactions of 
others, so Eventually, we piled out and went to the vernissage. 
Coco Bryce Achim-Extreme, SickBoyCyber ​​and Miguel-Gel - four 
types of Rybinsk at the fair of souvenirs for foreigners ...


It was time to go back to the station, where she was scheduled 
to meet with Voronezh. But when we arrived, then on the 
platform next to our wagon showed up only Moonshine, which we 
bought for beer and mineral water, we still had forgotten.

We went into the last wagon. It would not become a
omen of something, but it is possible that Peter has
been waiting for. Rest of the way was like deja vu - all the 
same as in Last year, plus a sense of impending horror that 
inevitably awaits us in Kazan. I waited.


According to persons familiar Chelyabinsk and Voronezh, and by 
the fact that the train stopped in the middle of a familiar 
terrain, I realized that we arrived. Climbs, and the corner 
pops up a Horny pirate (because the board). Without more ado, 
we bring down toward the Volga River in order to begin the 
process of adaptation, that is booze. "Finally, these people 
have guessed from Voronezh to bring grass," - whisper said to 
me Coco Bryce. But as the events those days, we must contrast 
to thank them for what they do not guessed to do this. As you 
know, drunken reckless. You know, he did from the fifth floor 
mozhut fall and not break! So I had to maintain their immunity 
to local realities. But these same realities almost destroyed 
everything. Sun, air and water - it's not quite what I 
expected, more precisely, it is not something. Beach umbrellas 
and bathing people should not be Tatarstan, well certainly not 
in Kazan. Something is wrong, it's not as well return it back!


Vodka started to arrange everything in its place. Began to 
appear thoughts about a possible conspiracy on the part of the 
Ministry of Youth and Sports of the Republic of Tatarstan. I 
used to know in advance that these people can not be trusted! 
And behold, I got to him in his paws. Yes more and that strange 
car with a red door, standing on the rails with a track from 
the plates, leading to him and surrounded by flower beds. So. 
Neeeet. I'm not so easy to damsya! Valim not patipleys! Already 
there is something We certainly will be a nightmare.


Already on the way to the club Grandpa Lenin, periodically 
reversing attention to the astonished face Elfa, I noticed that

Organization party this year is much better. They even clouds
aircraft broke up. Or maybe they have this time was more
money and they hired Luzhkov, and he gave them everything. 
Well, can not be the same all engaged in an Unbeliever, pralno? 
And by the way, what to patipleys ought to go about an hour - 
also the right move with by organizers. Since I put up with so 
far there you go - it is precisely there not going anywhere, 
out of principle. 

And again, a park with fountains, green grass in the shade of a 
tree, the sap from vodka instead of a cold drizzle and panic do 
their case. I began to forget that we arrived at CAFe. And only

when we are well reinforced his image, we decided to
Still to come in and say hello to the organizers and those
Who came like a normal person, that is, today, Friday.
Mmmm, yes there is also some women seem to those who
came from Joschka. Yeah, party is promised interesting. 
"Everyone not involved in the creative process, firstly, drunk 
CPU'shnikam, go out! "- prokartavil Unbeliever. Vova nearly

cried, starting already accumulating anger on this Batyu.
Come, relax, go to the fountains! Ride on the swings,
mud feet popem juice! Oops, what's next for garni devchina
with Looker'om? But what he then sceners? Well, if he
allow me to give her heart from the beer tube, then I did
forgive. True, the character she was still the one. By the end 
of the Sabbath I gave it already has 9 pieces such but could 
not get instead, even more so on the second day of their 
Looker'om no was. Looks jealous.


Inevitably approaching night, we had to take all
required. Saleswoman from a nearby shop already
slowly Figel. Of course, not every day you come poluobmoroki
and invariably buy a jug of juice and 2, and warning
prepare it for next time. Committed to diversity
sausages and bread, suddenly want to eat at night. Back
ago, it turns out, Coco contracted preselektit music, dick
knows whom, but he looked so serious that it is not
let him do it would be a big mistake.

I do not know what happened to the organizers, like they all
were killed, but that Vova went to take work 3 or 4 times 
accurately. Why is this happening? Perhaps it is nothing like a 
conspiracy their part in order to remove the CPU from 
participation in relevant as an explicit component of their 
favorite. Generally, if someone has not seen rezalty with 
party, it is better not to see them, and who has seen - know 
that they Left. In fact, wherever we are involved, we were the 
first. Personally, I knew this in advance, so after discussions 
with the toilet Chemist Alx'om, MS, and others about the 
magazine and some other things that do not concern us, but 
somehow always Chemist exciting, I lay quietly in the corner on 
a mat in pass, placed next to a 2 cartons of juice (if you drink

want), the packet with grub, put it under his head backpack. In
his head was already playing Evenless, on the big screen under 
the enthusiastic Voice of visitors ... Occasionally penetrated 
the familiar tone: "You can do demos on the Spectrum!"


It was warm. It smelled of sausage, regular orange flavor in
mouth reminded of the recent Day of the city, when there was sun
weather, night swimming in the Volga, the fireworks that we 
observed with the highest point on the bridge - with an arch. 
It is surprising that we Vova Nastya and there generally 
climbed, yet in addition to 20 liters drinking a screwdriver to 
Vova hanging bag with an amplifier. Flying lights reflected in 
water, can be seen even as they run directly on barge beneath 
us, one after the other passing ships. 

Snoring. I opened my eyes - lying beside Levitator / tPA and 
Alff. From the package came the tantalizing smell of sausage 
and howling from the stomach. Sit on his heels and starts to 
eat, washed down with juice. Someone still cut off the second 
box, so I decide that it is necessary to find the rest of ours. 
Someone else is sitting at the party wheelbarrows, something 
make, dick knows, between the rows could hear snoring and 
restrained giggles, I'm going down the aisle. From the darkness 
there is the familiar bony figure, aggressively interested, why 
from me Pret-svezhachkom fumes. Nothing, except the juice, and 
I do not detected, so Unbeliever boldly takes the box and makes

sip. "Alcoholics" - he says, turns and walks away.
Combed the corridors of the hall, find Elfa, Vova and Achim. 
Achim like something even say, but I went further into the 
toilet. It was about 3-x hours.


The next time I woke up when slept in the region of 8,
got up and went outside. There are sitting and smoking Achim 
and Vova. They told me said that up to 6, that Coco obbleval 
Chasm'a, and that they found some sort of cafe where you can 
eat. 

Opening the festival was scheduled for 11 hours. And until we
hang out on the street, taking immigrants and cracking on 
various topics. Appeared some siskin, as it turned out, some 
reports of a home computer, I do not know, I have a home

PC - Pentagon 128, and that is a dick, I do not
represent. Some dick called the newspaper "home computer"?
Well, needless to say that we have already started in the 
morning lead themselves in order. In the course went on a beer, 
or Baltika3 poltorahi Arsenal, so much so that the arrogant and 
hunted for interview in the home computer Vova already thickly.


Came to our old friend Dennis J., with whom we have in Peter 
climbed into the ropes in the hostel, broke the windows and 
roamed the city at night. Ibid Demon / XPC / CPU clock left, 
which brought in Research and this time in Kazan. I gave them 
demon at the end of September - he was very happy.


Suddenly, the liquid was introduced Carpet - came only D-Man
and Crazy. From them emanated stagnation and apathy, I was a 
little bit wince at the thought that all of us will soon be the 
skiff, if so Placebo even become so score. Familiar face 
poluubitaya Crazy reminded me of my birthday, when there were 
Ash and Kooll, about the summer, the Volga River, a reservoir, 
as well as about the wild, in which both had to show it all.


Flies appeared like well-oiled, there was a diver. For some 
reason, one I did not even realize, like he said that others on 
the other transport commute. Pull up the Slovaks with Dizzy, 
Eye-Q with the Pentagon, which has not gone over the hill, 
Justinas. 

Before entering on the wall hung a list of works which will be
skip the first day. By that time there were only 3
spekovskie demos, 2 of which are ours. We really thought that we
will succeed. In fact what happened, we all kicked
all ass!

There were some Americans, Hawaiians, but without the boards. 
They were whether three, or four, in general, only one of them,

Pyromaniac had some relation to the scene, as claimed
that he is from MFX. It turned out that they came here in order 
to get artists to work on the GBA. We existence with them a 
little cracked his, I strained to their report, an interview 
with me to take it broke, and Coco in general and not going, so 
we decided to catch them on the soap.


In the experience of previous patey began to let inside, 
putting marks either red, or blue. For me so far

remains a mystery procedures for components, but at one point I
just went and lay down to sleep. My mistake was that I
relied on its own, thinking that someone will wake me anything 
like We woke Chasm'a last year, but I forgot that the CPU - the 
bastards and they all do not care at all. After all, I went 
outside, where almost ready vhlaminu Vovan told me that demos

cut down just so, and Sanya is strongly indignant that pop
won. No wonder, in my opinion, only bad thing is that
we are on their rakes came, bringing palkoder that
show is not quite normal, thus it seems to me, not
viewers were able to open fully eye to the fact that
happening on the screen in both our demah. Although this does 
not explain gregarious stupidity and limited consciousness of 
the majority present in the room. Well, can we have our own 
scene ... 

Yet one thing is that I was surprised, it is a fact of victory 
in Gasman'a music. I do not understand. Maybe while I slept 
there someone put down, I do not know, beer, vodka, may still 
than zabugornye? Well, it's fantastic! I would understand if I 
won with-jeff, key jee, there is, well, the same MMCM (though 
not, it is superfluous), Nik-O, assume (though not, his music 
is a place for me like that), but here how to win Gasman? Do 
we, the people are tired of spekovskom experiments in sound, 
technique, ie, fuck us head to think, to try some crinkles 
strain, it is better dance as to Forever, or somewhere else out 
there? Well, if the Last time I was sorry that did nothing to 
the party, then this time, already satisfied with their current 
achievements, I do do not be angry, listening to tracks at 
home. On the other hand, I have to now, kill me, I do not know 
how to write music at the party, well, not obtained. What you 
want? Probably some interest, which I do not. I am interested 
in the process, and that get in the end I did not really 
matter. Therefore, I am often up the end of the job and do not 
I bring ... Although I would like it once already said ...


In general, the first day drew to a close, I thought there must
start something like a hidden partner, well, or just to 
buhalovka foreigners, Slovaks and amerikosy, but then flew some

Strøm, we were told that there problems with the cops start.
Whether this is related to the fact that Vova showed some
signs of aggression to Unbeliveru after his act, or not, but
We proudly spit on this band of organizers and other
dubious types, and went aimlessly. As subsequently
it turned out, after we left the room yet again admitted,
Moreover, there even occurred booze, but we were already on
drum, we were already a favorite beach.

By this time I had begun to tire of the environment.
Meriodicheski this feeling on my rolls, especially this one
Mister Whistler, for a moment, it seems to me not to hold
language for 2 days, always something carrying, the jokes, what 
else labuden apparently he found the existence of its nearest

relative, otherwise I can not say. Still, this "good
alcoholic "flies that slept on my shoulder with the battles of 
beer as we drove to the station, there is a general phenomenon, 
it also cuts down not a child ...


Arriving at the place, we expanded and began drinking, eating
half sand and drinking juice. I still had a great
Chupa Chups, barely fits in his cheek, periodically fallen
in the sand, but this is even tastier. People went
swim, I myself still do not understand how I am with my
goroskopno-induced pathological craving for water has remained 
at shore. Apparently was drunk.


Again on drunk I started deja-vu, from which I
simple pearls. Again, a recent afternoon the city, we are 
sailing on boat on the Volga River in the direction of the 
reservoir, so there land on the island, swim naked. Somewhere 
there must be my girl, do not know what's going on? Some 
assaults, some fuckers trying to get rid of me. "Ask the Roma -

I answer, but for some reason they crowded around me, some
women, not mine, poked me, promising to call the cops. "Yes you
Th, generally insolent? We are brought here Vova power!
Up yours! "There is a familiar finch, I even know where, more 
precisely, with whom he was recently in Chelyabinsk. So, wait, 
he said that we ought to really blame here. Run!


On the shore I realized that this is not the boat that we are 
drunk gang climbed on him and that indeed someone had already 
called ments. So, I quickly decide that there is a real otmaza 
- we sat quietly, peacefully booze in a public place, and then 
sailed any invaders and dragged us to his craft and a little 
... In Generally, try to explain it all, but it turned out that 
everyone already care. We decide to cross the beach where

got hold of firewood and lit a fire. Overall condition is 
reminiscent of the impending apocalypse, Vova started quietly 
growl someone, such as The Fly, has sprawled, some directly in 
the fire. In eyes all blurred and twitching in her ears began 
to make noise his legs refused, so I lay down on his back, his 
head resting on backpack.


I woke up when it was already light, dug from the sand face
looked around. Someone was still alive, this Mr. Whistler 
continued his radio broadcast, the fire burn out. I went into 
the bushes and way back picked up first met package. Peering

inside, I was faced with another mystery of Kazan - who walks
on the beach and throwing bottles of vodka, complete with red
towel? Representing the gift of the whole public, and
neatly on the sand "tablecloth" ... and this Mr.
Whistler takes their paws this innocent, fragile creature,
unscrews and pops the cork on top of the neck with his hand, 
from What bottom of the bottle falls off.


Meanwhile, quite light, it became warmer. Little
shawarma snack and other pribambasikami in station
cafe, sipping coffee, all set off again on patipleys. Got
flopped under the same tree, which on Friday. I have a very 
long time sat there and shook himself out of the sand, which 
was everywhere in bulk. When finished, I passed out. Spohmelya 
sausage, not sleep turned out, his head always something spun. 
When I decided wake up, it was found that around already 
gathered quite a lot of people, many of those who spent the 
night with disabilities. 

And again, the press notes, dark room. I can only note
mongrel pisishnoy muse, which places all hit me
imagination of its underdevelopment, as it seems to me
the average participant pisishnyh these components is similar to
a monkey with glasses. But here I first saw the animation
Magnetic'a, but the quantity and quality wild'ov ...

There was also a game component, which appeared absolutely 
beyond the rules, for that Alff, демострирующий our game and 
dropped the remaining participants. Vova was then with the lost 
bag, rewarding winners, good-bye, and home. Shit, tired of 
writing ... 

Basically, what I want to say, plenty of people, absolutely no 
hewer and folding because of this atmosphere is very naryagaet

strongly, so I advise you not surprised to total drunkenness, in
particular, CPU. Better not to see all this snobbery, pathos and
indifference to each other, and roll in the bushes to your 
favorite stsenovye (or not stsenovye, for that matter) Tracks 
...