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I need to make a warning that this is the very first post in my entire live when I post being drunk, absolutely drunk. I am so drunk that I fondly see this fucking monitor.  I do not drink. I mean I do not drink all together- I do not like alcohol taste and I do not appreciate the effect, I do not take any drugs and I ID do not take any alcohol – juts do not do it. Sometimes I drink to support a company but only to please other – I personally have no interests or inters of dirking – unless it is very expensive and very special red wine that cost well over $500 per battle – still I mostly smell it and have no particular interest in drinking.

Anyhow, I am drunk like very rarely before and I am very many hours through the Rostropovich’s Orgy. This time Rostropovich got me. He is a great cellist but to have him for many hours and many days really max me out. It was not just Rostropovich. A few days before the WHRB begun to broadcast the Rostropovich’s orgy I was baking in. A few days ago I saw on HBO a film the “Breakdown Palace”. It is a US-made, B-movie about a friendship but it delivers an incredible bite at so many melevels, so strong that I was kicked out of control for a few days. Then, the Rostropovich’s Orgy kicked in…

It is hard you imagine to you what the WHRB’s Rostropovich, the TU-1X tuner, the Melquiades and Macondo do all together – it hardly has any explanation in audio awareness. But this time, beeing alredy buttered up by the “Breakdown Palace”, after many hours of Rostropovich, I heard the Rostropovich like I never heard him before. I even took off a few hours out of my $100-per-hour consulting life juts not to miss the  few Rostropovich’s tunes… Listing the Rostropovich I was crying a half of the day – Rostropovich really did it this time. I have no idea what was not I do really care. Was it the shocking Rostropovich play via my playback? Was it Alice Marano dieing in Thailand prison for the rights to exercise the strength and opportunity (!!!) of own character - something that I did not do what it was my chance.  Or was it my killed by my inactions my best friend from my childhood remind me of my guilt via the Rostropovich’s play? Anyhow, this time it all come together: the Rostropovich, the playback, the Alice in Thailand and the grave of Pavel back in Odessa-city….

What can I do this - is my live… Somehow I got drunk, I bought a bottle this Scotch not to drink -I got it  to fill the cables to  make them to sound better but now I ma getting it internally… Yes, the Macondo sound like never before…  So what?

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