Face is a young “rapper”, gathering a huge audience of listeners, fans and minors. What attracts the modern generation to it? Maybe the answer to this question would be given by the performer of high moral songs?
It seems to me that I’m just showing life as young people are in this country ... (from an interview in the Vdud program)
Oh yes, we didn’t guess ... After all, all the young people are now traveling around the St. Petersburg shops of Gucci in limousines. Surely, each of us - young - and those who are only 12-13 years old, to the question "how are you?" replied:
- Yes, slowly. "I'm eating pills and I'm fucking fucking."
“Vanya, you didn’t do the math again! What did you do again after school? ”
- "Tr * gnawed a bitch without g * ndon", Raisa Vasilievna.
Indeed - life is shown as it is. There is nothing to say.
However, in the world not only such nerds live like me. There are true connoisseurs of Face’s music, and one of them brought such arguments that he broke all my stereotypes and made me think. Frankly, I changed my mind and I want to retell one interview that turned my mind about such modern music.
I listened to the song "Burger", and I wanted to swear and cry. But there it was, because I dug deeper. I found a man whose situation proved the missionary work of this, at first glance, disgusting “song”. So, here's what a man told me whose identity he asked to hide.
- You know, I believed. I really believed in a miracle after this incident. Not everyone is lucky enough to be in my place ...
- Tell us how it was.
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The windows that day cried in murky rain. Nothing pleased. My relatives came and tried to cheer me up, give me happiness and make me smile ... it was not easy for me, but I did it for them.
I will not dramatize - I'm used to it. It seemed terrible to people, but I humbled myself day after day - and got used to it.
Falling into the abyss of depression, every second I became farther and farther from the real world.
“And what happened?”
- To avoid long introductions, I’ll move on to the point: Thank you.
I want to say thanks to the wonderful young man, the singer - Thank you, man. It was your work that brought me back to life. Nothing and nobody helped - neither pills, nor doctors, nor psychics. I was sure that forever already confined to this bed.
There was a TV in my room. And I had to see and hear all this. I've seen enough of everything - from “Let them talk” to “Field of miracles”, and no one saw or heard my tears.
“Well? .. What finally happened?”
- The song. A song began to play, which changed my life once and for all.
- How did it happen??
- I was faced with that face with death ... but Face saved me. It was his song “Burger” ... the miracle that it was played on TV. (the man let out a stingy tear)
As I remember now - despite the loss of all hope, the meaninglessness of the pills, despite the verdicts of the doctors - I stood up and went! .. I went !!!
With each repeated phrase of his song, I gained new strength and went forward! .. Tearing off the catheter from my hand, I went to the TV and with all my strength beat the screen. A cry of freedom with a wheeze burst from his chest, and a ragged telly flew from the 9th floor. He smashed to smithereens along with my illness ... (the man let out another mean tear).
- What would you say to your liberator at a meeting?
- Your creativity can save more than one life. Thank. You told the truth in the song - you are much better than Eminem and other rappers. And you did not steal their chips, do not listen to the envious. Now only thanks to your art I will live.
- Did you listen to the song until the middle?
- No, I regained my life after the 10th or 15th second.
- Is it interesting to know some other text besides the famous phrase that brought you back to life?
- Sure! Turn on.
Fuck your life, it will be worse anyway.
I fucked her right in the ears - I love it narrower ...
- We will assume that you have not heard this.
- Sure! Turn it off.
But seriously - then I, a non-smoker, after listening to these songs, have to buy cigarettes and in desperation inhale the pungent smoke, which dissolves, like the last hope for the disappearance of such "music". Everywhere there is continuous “drawing” - clothes, style ... all the fuss, hell, when there is no internal content and benefit to society.
It is unfortunate that this kind of song spread throughout the country, like metostases. And instead of coming up with a cure or antidote, such tracks are re-released by the masses.
I want to believe that the culture will recover. Because if she dies, then personally I have no desire at her funeral to again listen to the song Facе’a.
