Roman Yagupov Biography

My grandmother was called Akkermansh Roman Yagupov. Soloist of the ZDOB SI ZDub group. It is gratifying to think that it is because our soul was put into the body, from which one cannot slip away. We are here in order to study. Life is wiping us like stones on the seashore. Grinding and humble. A person is humbled under old age. And even a great man humbles himself with the transition to oblivion.

Musicians - "gastrolers" live in a parallel world. I lived in it for twenty years, dreaming of getting a vacation in an ordinary world. Thank God, I have a family and a house in this world, it was easier for me to fall, but there are those in whom all my life was only on its planet. For them, the landing turned out to be very tough. What can the musician have a vacation? A week to sleep in Turkey or a week in reeds on the Dniester?

And this year the car turned off. In the spring, I went with my family to my country house. The first vacation in twenty years. To write songs you need to run away from the matrix. The song should have power. And the word too. Otherwise, all this is passing. I like to write in collaboration. I need a friend, with whom it is interesting to improvise together. You are a line - it is a line, and sometimes your image is born from his thoughts.

There was such a case in life - we stuck for several days at Barnaul Airport. The weather is ridiculous, the airport is scored by people. We met by chance with a girl, with a very subtle sense of poetry. Although the acquaintance began not with poetry. She looked around us, not the first day waiting for the weather at the airport, and asked: “Who are you?

I replied: "Gastrolets." Since then we have been friends and communicate. And this summer she helped me a lot to work on the text for our new track “On Ivan Kupala”. ZDOB and Masha Makarova. As a result, in the midst of all restrictions, we shot a video for this song. Contrary to the general panic and depression. Let creativity never stop. He looked around us all and noted only Mikhai, then the drummer.

The first time I went on stage in the year. The group was collected by Alexander Polenov, Lid Guitar and Vocal, Mikhai's brother. He was a soloist. I also played the guitar. Tolyan Pugach - drums, Valera Pugach - Clarnet, Mikhai - Bas. It was the Rock Marfon festival. A commission of musicians who gave us estimates sat in front of the stage. We played several Sasha’s songs, they were in the spirit of his beloved “Dynamics” a group of Vladimir Kuzmin.

And then, after the performance, Sasha left the stage, and we stayed, and “weakened” some kind of rock and roll of Richard. I naturally did not know words, so I sang fish. Just a set of sounds. After the concert, we even gave someone the first interview in life. Then I returned to the hostel of the institute’s sport, sat by the window on the 5th floor and thought disappointedly, mentally comparing us with other groups that we played below the plinth, like the most beginning amateurs.

We opened the window into the world of music in terrible, at night. Real alternative music. It was a sip of freedom. We recorded everything we could on the cassette. Then our drummer and I worked as electricians on a vegetable base and in the same place, at the “pigeon”, we built a place for rehearsals. There we painted all the walls, yelled in full throat and at rehearsals tidied up those musicians that we admired.

Oh, youth full of fire! And dreams! Now our group was called The Noise, and we were noisy, accordingly. Surprisingly, with many of those heroes of the wave of the X we then played on the same stage. Someone would tell us about this then, on the dovecote, we would never believe it. No! Sklyar with the Va-Bank group. We were able to give him a cassette with a record of our songs.

The tape, in the end, fell into the hands of Igor Tonskikhi, and we received an invitation to perform in Moscow, at the legendary “pink salmon”, at the festival “Learn to swim”. The song from our first mini album Lost World fell into the collection. That's where we first saw a real rock scene, saw the same as we guys from X, and made friends with the group from St.

Petersburg - Tequilajazzz. There we caught the smell of a real rock and roll. His atmosphere, his power, and romance. This song was immediately celebrated by A. And the smoked night clubs came in Moscow, where we “cut” the Hardcore and beat the drums. The first symbolic earnings and romance of reserved seats appeared on the Chisinau-Moscow train. Then I thought that the musician has power, he has an influence, but the energy of music and words should not be destructive.

Maybe at that moment our departure from the Hardcore began and the beginning of something new, our experiments with the folk rock. They coincided with the release of the film Underground Emir Kusturitsa, when Bregovich’s soundtrack could be heard throughout Europe from any speaker. People do not know who they are, until they fall into a complex, difficult or dangerous situation, and will not go through tests.

In a warm garden, where there is a lot of food, we all become fluffy and thick. Only suffering show a person. But a person can also prove himself in different ways. It can accept a challenge of fate, or can run and hide from it. Only back to the garden you will not return. Scary, gardens, fields, vineyards - this is my childhood.He who grew up in Moldova knows that cherry, apple tree, apricot - they all look like candles that are lit after the snow winter.

What was our town in the last century? We grew up in the yards, played the war, caught fish, put snacks on birds, watched a black and white TV with two channels-Moscow and Chisinau. It was a complete international. It was a disadvantageous childhood universe. I first saw the Dniester from the porthole when I first flew by plane, and I was already over 20 years old.

My father is a steppe rusak from the hinterland. Father was a practical, laconic and real family man. While the men played dominoes in the yard, he could make a deltaplane with me, who never took off, taught to swim at dawn in small garden lakes, checked how I made school lessons and paid for my first lessons in the guitar. And mom was a native Chisinau. It grew up on the Magal, now the area of ​​the Cosmos Hotel.

Ostapovsky Lane. Her mother, my grandmother, was from Ackerman, and in the area everyone called her "Akkerman." Mom and dad were from different worlds. I got practicality from my father, and from my mother - the voice and her artistry. And I live in two cultural worlds.

Russian and Moldovan-Balkan.