«You know, my friends, as it can happen – you wrote, for example, seven major and seven minor based on the main tones. Then you listen to them. Seven majors in a row are ok. But then seven minors in a row are not ok, though they are quite aestetic but fucking shit are these seven minor in a row. The question arises how to relocate them. Obviously one after another, alternate them, isn't it? Then how to do it exactly – a pair of similar major and minor? They will be at the same height. How else? Well, sure, they can be parallel. As one can say, make a quart-quint circle. But a lousy quart-quint circle in some cases requires an alterated tone, the difference is a dollar. Fuck but everything is already done. Rewrite is no longer possible – everything is different, everything around is different, all vibes are different, all synthesizers are already different, all the atoms are different, all molecules are already different, so, strictly speaking, it’s too lazy to rewrite. Here starts the tragedy of the concept of victim of the quart-quint major-minor parallelism for the sake of preservation of the basic, non-alterated tones. So, my friends, life dictates the laws and makes corrections, therefore we must love each other...», – after reading these words Sergey Valentinovich thought suddenly out of the blue that he didn’t know what to think about it – «yes» or «no»:
– Yes or no? – Sergey Vitalievich thought suddenly immediately out of the blue, it came as a surprise to himself, it was the last thing he could expect and even it was quite opposite to his nature.
– Was it me who thought it? – thought Sergey Valentinovich immediately further and immediately suddenly out of the blue began to look around with worry, as if he was trying to realize whether the solid willpower of that «I» was going from outside, that «I» which he by his own ignorance and his own silliness takes for his own inborn. Actually when I’m saying «as if he was trying to realize», of course I don’t say quite the truth. Not «as if», but it was exactly what Sergey Vitalievich did and he did it with all his passion, lol. It was quite hilarious I can’t deny it (there is video), but the laugh, however, stopped quite soon. Is there anything to laugh at, friends? Should we say it? Or not? And on the contrary you're asking me not to do it? Ok, then I’m saying – there is nothing...», – read up to these words I stopped because the text is ended and it was the end...»
