Scream #04 30 сентября 2004

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SS'4 - Kq: report of Chaos Constructions 2004.

Chaos Constructions 2004 / trip
kq



   Here you come you're the first time on demoparty, and that
happening?


   And nothing happens.


   Just you first got on the train, it was traveling, reading a 
book, drinking tea, then slept, then woke up and still 
traveling. And then you I saw St. Petersburg. That is, what in 
fact happened? You're driving and you arrived. Why wait for 
something else? 


   And waited for a lot of things. So this thought: Why wait? 
AND impossible to say at once.


...


   All sat at the table, Unbeliever imposingly standing at the 
bar rack, and slowly looked around. Well, there, of course, beer

appeared. That is his right he had something and brought it. 
And sitting at the table Who? CPU, samarian division of 
EXTREME, and skrju - so you can would think. That is, yes - 
CPU, which are fifteen rooms magazine did a thousand years on 
stage, and Unbeliever, which general living cult, editor in 
chief of two powerful magazine projects, the legendary 
demostsener on the Spectrum; skrju these Who? so too is not so 
hot what a stray group, always something there, "stirs", 
"shakes" live in peace does not. But this so it seems only to 
you when it's all about reading. But in reality really like it?



   But in reality for ordinary metallic table,
small round holes on simple chairs, sat
five people. Who are they? And they Maxim, Kostya, Vova, Sasha
Cyril. And they sit, sipping beer, cigarette smoke. And Beer
some ordinary, and the smoke is inhaled, as always, and the 
guards all the same scum, and people - as well as usual people, 
usual people. Good people. Drink beer. And where are the 
legends? More precisely, a-kogdalegendy? 


   And they are now, when I wrote the text made the object of
also a kind of cult - they are only legends came out. A
before that there were ordinary people. So what the legends 
have not Peter to go and read the texts in the journal 
Adventurer, or even better Spectrofon.


   [Although it is certainly best to soak fabulosity
in which a small tabloid. They do than these people
Then there's, the great ones do for them. The editor
KANO such newspaper is increasing with a house, money
He made five tysch million, and he fucks Nyurka
with the entrance of the eighth, and Britney Spears. He is in a 
different reality lives, in some, generally a different world, 
which only You can fantasize.]


...


   I then and now, wondering why people
visit demoparty?


   And it is obvious that an unambiguous answer to reach almost
impossible. That is, I have some one may be born to
answer only one that my whole essence would be responsible, but
when there are other people - that they and their answers, and 
thoughts naturally unique. They are the essence of other 
people, they have the fate of each has its own, unique in its 
kind. 


   Unbeliever was in a yellow shirt with the symbol MTS. Fabric 
from which made T-shirt, was solid, rather thick, and

does not give one the impression of cheap stuff from the sale. 
Himself Maxim behaved very relaxed, imposingly, his actions were

deliberately slow, and when he buys beer, it does not look
on the price tags, and passes a look at all like on top of 
everything: along the racks with gleaming bottles, avoiding 
high refrigerator with a glass door, glowing from within, in 
the second lingers on the face of bartender, pronounces some 
words, and continues to travel gaze. In this case, the main 
thing is that his whole being evinces a very minimal

interest in what's happening around, that is, in general, he
like here, and here he nishtyak, but if now, instead of
the girl behind the bar was President Bush, with
overhead tits, naked ass in thongs and dangling
between the legs of a rubber member - he, without batting an 
eye, said have the same words, just slowly went to

inspect the premises bar. No, of course, he does not
impression of a static, frozen human
conversation - said Maxim quite a lot, almost always
acute, and often unpredictable. In my example, with Bush I,
Of course, deliberately hypertrophied equanimity Maxim
but it was necessary to understand the general impression
it produces on the man for the first time with him
met.

...

   Anyway, the beer was cold, so delicious. I did
a few sips, relaxed, laid-back and we started
conversation. It seems, is still under the impression the first
day, the meeting itself, first saw the party place, 
incidentally, quite different from the places of previous

pati: Hall represents a large room for 1200
places with a large stage and a huge screen on it. There were
some additional office space located at
last rows of seats, some balconies, something else ..
The easiest way to imagine this room you can at least ensure
the fact that some time ago, there were such famous
pop bands like Nightwish and MUSE.


   And we sit at the table, I'm better in the hands of the 
misted mug cold beer, and I do not care what anyone out there 
played in this Hall .. The main thing after another that all 
this is happening in St. Petersburg. Well, as if I had arrived 
in Kazan (CAFe), or in Izhevsk (ASCii), then of course I still 
would have been different, and feelings others. And now here is 
so well developed, that the party in St. Petersburg. After all, 
how I got this table? 


   From the beginning, I rode the train daily from more than 
completely one. That is, of course, not quite - quite alone, 
there some other people were around, and there were even a lot, 
but I still riding one! Thought, of course, all thoughts,

which was a billion and then fell asleep. Well, there at the 
station came out, it is clear - nothing around I do not 
understand, but I really nishtyak. Elfh'a first learned of the 
CPU, because his face is familiar to all Video report from the 
previous party, which he regularly attends. (It's Kostya, how 
that is Costa, the present, from some of the city of Rybinsk, 
which is not known where and so it is for me far, I imagine I 
can not where is it, and behold, Kostya, this Rybinsk, it is 
now here, now a meter away from me. So what? And nothing. Just 
bones, and just beside him. Editor of cult magazine Adventurer? 
Well, as it were, yes, but Not really, just - Kostya.)



   And then, of course, was the subway. I was lucky the first 
time: we got into some old train, which, as I later noticed 
there so much goes to St. Petersburg. He had been inside the 
timber Bare panels, handrails, such greasy, with a history of 
their own, Seat unusual, but, of course, most acutely

sensed two things: it is absolutely fantastic, very
special, fantastic smell of Subway, which has once sensed,
then to never forget, that is, it's almost like
cycling - the continued ability, knowledge
infinite, and then - the sound. Also very distinctive, almost
native sound of the papers tatar / kosmoplovci, a multi-layered 
drone, gradually changing, and immerse you in some

special mood for each different person different
feelings are born.


   After the subway we walked along the street. Houses were all 
very nice, unusual, and the old. Being a big fan of Fedor

Dostoevsky, I looked at with great interest
balconies and crannies of these buildings, peered into the 
window, constantly staring at the sides. And so, twenty minutes 
later, we reached the building LDM.



   The first step is gone, certainly in the hall. Well, there 
have already met Unbeliever'a, Random'a, and a lot of different 
people. I went with some man teams from the disks of the CPU, 
cooked for the party, and wandered around the office premises 
visited for scene. Was subdued light, dozens of some

computers glowing screens of monitors throughout the equipment,
wires, there are almost no people. Merged all on a laptop, and
went to the bar.


   That's how we were at this table iron, five of them,
sipping beer and puffing cigarette smoke.


   CPU, of course, went thump somewhere on the Black River, and
We agreed then to find them and join the authentic
consumption of vodka on the banks of the river from St. 
Petersburg. 


   Well, sat, drank beer and went to look.

...


   The sky had some quite black, river stone chains, and
We live in a beats the nerve! And then everything becomes the 
essence of -Drive. It seems that the clouds are changing, 
dancing in the sky, stars convulsive twitching under crazy 
voice Iggy Pop of The Stooges, repeating "Now, I wanna be your 
dog!". The steps we have too, such rapid, sonorous voice, words 
like bars, whipped air that is urine! And, of course, wanted to 
cast. 


   And if you think so, then where in St. Petersburg can be 
cast? 


   There are in fact terms of roads, cars, bridges and rivers. 
Home everywhere; everywhere you look - will inevitably come 
across on these old facades, and round rock, round iron, 
asphalt! The main thing is that in each a house on the first 
floor tyscha various bars and restaurants. That's where I 
jumped, then to mold. 


   Peter rages in me, in my head three ready for the plot
demos, CPU with Unbelieber'om den satisfied with all these stone
bridge in my chest beating instead of the lungs, and asphalt,
cracking into thin strips, it becomes the veins in his arms, I
no eyes, and nuclear explosions!


   Well, a girl in a black skirt and white blouse with thingies,
of course, it did not care.


   So naturally I rushed and went straight to the bathroom. 
Just managed passing quit when the woman slipped through that

"Now we're going to drink beer!" And the door slammed. And it
could answer? Except for my hedgehog with spines watch
nothing she could not. When I got out, started, of course,
these idiotic conversations incomprehensible nature of which 
was due to WC still have to pay, no matter what millions of you 
here then have left, nazhirayas beer and vodka-. To hell with

you! Keep your a thousand, and give me a quiet city to breathe 
in the river to bathe without panties!



   Come and have decided, of course, that cyberpunk we have not 
found, and have to go back to Max.


...


   And now it is such a good night, and all were ready to
normal conversation at the old, already a familiar table.


   Maxim was pretty drunk, so are we. Three of us sat down, 
ordered another beer. And it was clear that-now-and you can 
talk to. On the demoscene on the party, the demos, and about 
the past. 


   Me at the moment most concerned by the question, why
Still people come to the party? I had my own theory on
this, but I did not hurry its spread.


   Maxim leaned back in his chair, and began to tell.
Everything was dark and cozy and are already familiar.


   - I mean, my house asking: "Where patipleys?" - And I
answer: I do not know! "But where to stay in town?" - And I do 
not know!, - Maxim is looking at us, smiled and continued, - I 
mean, this is already something like this happened, I come here 
every year .. I riding - and knew nothing, absolutely nothing! 
Peter, the penultimate weekend of August - all! This something 
is the essence of it all like this That should take place.



   - So you have already some kind of reflection, you're out of 
inertia come here after all!



   I smoked a cigarette, about twenty of his life.
Interestingly, and how many were at Maxim?


   Of course, he did not surrender. Not the man he is. And then 
I resolved:



   - And in my opinion, we do all the main thing here because 
this Spectrum, the demoscene - it is in our childhood was, we 
all it is almost with milk! I've had in the yard is very large

trees, and the house was a hundred meters into the sky - 
although, of course, we lived a five-storey - and yet I had a 
Spectrum. And when I was executed for sixteen years, then we 
went to Justinas'om City Carpet, a small town, 40 thousand 
people lost somewhere under Vladimir - there were also legends

ten people, in general, all of the legendary band - Eterinty
Industry, which has now become Placebo, - I was once in a 
lifetime was sixteen years old, and that's when I met with these

people. And even earlier, at fourteen years I've been dreaming 
to go on the same party in St. Petersburg - Enlight'97. And 
you, Maxim, certainly, his childhood, not unlike any other 
whose, unique. But we have important similarities: we were not 
on street and not in school and not on the dance floor - we 
were living in Spectrum! You were a great and terrible 
spiritual leader of the Samara Hackers, MMA, corresponded with 
hundreds of people throughout the Soviet Union, wrote articles 
in the Journal of Oberon, then went to the party on same 
Enlight. You were a teenager. And all who come here tomorrow 
here, the morning will be hundreds of crowd in front of this 
hall in the hall - they are one and all lived in the Spectrum, 
and the same trees once they were huge! And there I have a 
suspicion that one of the strongest, most persistent desires in 
a man - Is back in his childhood. See the house, porch,

scribbled markers rickety door, near which a
Masha in the first kiss, and now we all have a
common house - is the Spectrum. Therefore, so far we are here 
pulls Remember-all.



   Well, he certainly something said to me, and looked
in a special way, and I was already drunk was then that I could 
not remember what he told me.



   Then came the Random, in his light blue shirt. Approached
two girls in blue dresses with the logo of "The Golden Barrels."
Invited us to continue to participate in the contest some (and 
before We beat them in the quiz and got a tiny

Russian flag). So what? Come on, of course, to participate. 
Maxim Random'u and they gave me the coins and offered to hold 
down their knees, walk a few meters, and try to get into the 
wine glasses some. It was dark, there were around ten billiard 
tables, and we, holding the coin between his legs and jumped to 
the goal. Somewhere in our childhood, somewhere out there, and 
Spectrum demoscene? Seva Potapov who lived here, and now lives 
in Australia and came here back only to design these to chaos, 
and their trees to see, at Maxim, who was kissing some,

probably thinking about an article in the Born Dead; I, who 
first on demopati was, and everyone here for his native powers? 
Here it is, our childhood. We returned to the roots. Saw.



   And of course, Random won. I also got, but inadvertently
touched a glass with his foot and he fell on his side. Sowing 
gave the firm T-shirt, "Golden Barrel" and he went on to seek 
their Childhood and organize construction chaos. And we Maxim, 
sq Vinny and a half hours wandering in search of Peter

convenience store to buy dumplings and beer.


   Maxim wanted to spend the night at patipleys, but somehow we
there were not allowed. He constantly then left, then returned, 
and Finally he said that it is quite chaos, and we went to catch

machine. On the street it was night, and was Peter. Somewhere 
out there, we of course, have arrived. And Sasha is in the 
toilet fell asleep, and I wooden floor, on some cover. But what 
we all thought at this point? About childhood? Well, no. Maybe 
someone and thought. Only, it seems unlikely. This is what we 
will think only later, after returning home, the same dark 
night, which have Each will have its own - Samara, Glazovskaya 
or Kaliningrad. But I'm sure that must - be-.