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A sultry evening in late spring or early summer. You're sitting in an almost deserted restaurant. Behind the wide open panoramic windows are black silhouettes of cypresses and the lights of the city, spreading like a crescent along the coast. Your boldly colored silk shirt clings to your body. An olive pit floats in a muddy glass. A woman quietly weeps at the next table, unsuccessfully attempting...

Rainy night in August. You are returning home on the last bus. Outside, there's a sleeping neighbourhood, with black squares of store windows and apartment windows. The only other person in the bus besides you is an elderly man with a crossword puzzle in his hands, and an empty beer can rolling on the floor. Today was a busy evening filled with people and events, but all you can feel right now is...

Seeking good Portuguese music our agent went to a flea market in Porto. An old, dry as raisin vendor attracted him because he was constantly either getting ready to leave or only just laying out items for sale—it looked like the man couldn't make his mind did he want to sell those or not. Among the things a dozen of cassettes were frying in April sunlight. 'Música portuguesa?' Our agent asked? 'Nã...

A sunny July day. You're in an old pine forest by the river. You can hear the rustling of the branches, the crunch of pine cones under your feet, and the engine of a lone motorboat. Walking beside you is the person who unexpectedly agreed to spend three hours getting here on a stuffy commuter train. The subtle aroma of shashlik and a familiar song from the early 2000s drifts over from either the «...

You're standing in a small courtyard. Around you are three Khrushchyovkas made of gray brick and a slightly tilted concrete fence. Crickets are chirping in the tall grass. The dim light of a street lamp barely penetrates through the branches of an old poplar tree. You can hear a freight train crawling in the neighboring block. Someone left a beer bottle on a bench near the playground. A girl in an...

Warm Saturday evening at the beginning of summer. You are sitting on the bank of a small pond in a residential area. Nine-story panel buildings can be seen through the foliage on the trees. A small beetle is quickly climbing up your leg. The sun is pleasantly warming your head. A lone seagull circles over the water. You have already drunk two cans of beer, and a pleasant relaxation has spread thro...

Late April evening. An empty parking lot on the waterfront next to a long-closed diner. When you were a child, your parents often brought you here. But now all that remains of this place is a foundation abundantly overgrown with wild bushes. You sit in your small, funny car (yes, it's long overdue for sale, but where will you get the money for a new one?). The engine is off, the windows are down....

A sunny day in the middle of spring. It's probably around noon. You're lying on the steep slope of a low mountain, heavily covered with trees. The first flowers have appeared from the ground (the purple ones as always), and ferns have started to unfurl. A little hungry lizard is scrambling around in a dry bush nearby. Two people are confidently walking along a winding path. He is wearing a funny b...

It's evening at the end of August. A small pool in the old three-star hotel on the seaside. Of course it's not on the first line, but there's a free breakfast (for some reason, you'll remember the taste of diluted lemonade from its menu for the next ten years, but you don't realize it yet) and a view from the room window to the rock thickly covered in ivy. You lie on your back in the cool water, w...

Early morning. Looks like it's still a weekend. A cold March breeze blowing from the half-open window. The curtains are barely drawn. You can see a panel building outside. There is a large man in a down jacket draped over his naked body is smoking on the balcony. A muddy glasses of dry white wine unfinished yesterday are standing on the windowsill, and all your clothes lying on the floor. Dust is...

The return of the prodigal Aman Po-Kaifu from his musical pilgrimages through space and time. A record of the logbook of his magic carpet plane in the new issue of Magic Lamp, number 19.

A hot day is either at the end of June, or at the beginning of July. You are in your father's car. He's at the wheel, with his brand new T-shirt and favorite Turkish aviators on. Your mother on the passenger seat in a spacious flowery shirt and a wide straw hat on her head. You are rushing along the asphalt thread of the road, sandwiched between fields stretching towards the horizon, overgrown wit...

dima safronov — 5/8 radio night at strelka, 28.01.2023 by 5/8 : Radio

prasdov — 5/8 radio night at strelka, 28.01.2023 by 5/8 : Radio

Твои изящные пальцы превращаются в маленькие пуховые подушки, а знакомые сталинки и панельки таят, словно пломбир на июньском солнцепеке. Свойственная тебе страсть к транжирству вдруг приобретает физическую форму и становится здоровяком с бронзовой кожей. На нем лишь вызывающе узкие плавки «галочкой». Сжимая тебя в своей здоровенной ладони он несется прямо по городским улицам. За вами пытается угн...

And now we have Sergey, a business-class taxi driver whose car radio is always playing Monte Carlo. While drinking with us, he spoke of more inspiring times, when he used to pick up rides in his old Lada 2107, and of his favourite spot on Solanka Street to pick up clientele. He told us how they who had just been so cheerful out in public or in a nightclub suddenly, when getting in the car, seemed...

You are someone else's slightly worn-out sneakers in the corridor. You are the light in a lonely window at five o'clock in the morning. You are a drunken voice message, for which you will be terribly ashamed in the morning. You are an abandoned car in the yard, covered with damp leaves. You are the last cigarette given to a loved one without a second thought. You are the golden tooth of the cashie...

The reality around you suddenly turns into a beach bar called «Carousel». It smells of cypress, charcoal fish and cheap cigarettes. The lights are dancing on the sea surface. The dance floor is sticky because of all the alcohol spilled overnight. There are only you and a hugging drunk couple dancing there (he is a chubby man in a light coloured loose-fitting suit, he’s hardly pronouncing «I’m tech...

Inspired by a chilly evening in the third month of summer and (not) moderately crazy free jazz jam session in a crowded bar on Chistye prudy. The third episode of Sudden rock selections on the fifth day of winter is an hour of ordeal by jazzcore, jazz-metal and jazzgrind from Pavel Amirov @inzhener_zemli.

Otkliki is a night-time radio program in which the host plays the role of a sympathetic curator, who listens to callers' intimate stories and responds to them by way of radio waves, transmitting melodies of obscure Russian songs. In this episode, the callers are played the following tracks: Olya: MC Энтони — Беглянка Vova: Пластилиновый экспериментатор — В дали неизвестность Zhenya: Окей — Стена E...

To drink the «Ladoga» cranberry tincture after the beer. To swing around the city in something defiantly colorful instead of the usual mourning black. To move from Kreuzberg neighbourhood of Berlin to Longinovskaya street in Lefortovo. To eat a hot pepper with marshmallows in chocolate. To cut off your luxurious tresses and shave your head. Finally, stop rooting for the club from the Premier Leagu...

Today is Sunday evening and the second release of Sudden rock selections from Pavel Amirov @inzhener_zemli - a mix with avant-prog, kraut and jazz-rock fusion, recorded after the set in the Sosna and Lipa bar on another evening in August.

Finally, we’ve got a letter from Aman Po-Kaifu, who has traveled far and wide in search of treasures for his magic lamp. Our musical dervish found spices of Hindustan, jewels of the Middle East, gifts of Central Asia, artifacts of the Mediterranean and North Africa to delight your ears. And these are just a small part of his findings

On October 23, 1978, Neil Young's house on Zuma Beach in Malibu burned to the ground. On October 23, 1985, the Moscow rock laboratory was created. On October 23, 1991, Rage Against the Machine played their first show at California State University, Northridge. October 23, 2022 Pavel "Inzhener Zemli" Amirov returns to the radio with a new irregular and chaotic series of some sudden rock selections....

Zhanna suddenly became afraid of any sound. The rustle of the old maple tree that have been growing outside her window as long as she can remember. The cough of a neighbor who went out for a smoke on the stairwell at two o'clock in the morning. The creak of her old Ikea bed. The noise of an flying airplane over her hometown. Drunken cries of men returning from a construction site on Zheleznodorozh...