The Symphonic Juncture

A [Symphonist]: "The one who is not afraid to raise the primal force."

- Boris Asafiev (1917)

Пуля-дура: Favorite Songs for Imaginary People, 2017 (Husky): Part 2

This blog-post is the long-awaited part 2. Since the last installment of Husky fanfare, Husky has now not only announced a new Concert on September 3rd in Moscow, but he has announced he will be going on tour to 32 cities around Russia, ranging from Omsk, Perm, and Ufa, to Krasnodar, Saint Petersburg, and Saratov. Ultimately, this means that Husky will be facing some resistance as one only needs a minimal understanding of the Russian mindset and accompanying headstrong attitude. Perspectives towards Husky, and his music, could not have possibly changed that drastically since January since his last public performance. Instead, I would argue that beliefs in Husky's character as a Russian outsider, dissident, and uncouth, dangerous person have only grown, now with the shady and borderline unlawful 'election' of President Vladimir Putin for an additional two terms in office, making his total years now 37 years. EEP in mind, Stalin was only in power for 24 years, and Lenin even less.

Therefore, Husky could face a wall of opposition just like 2018, another slew of phony 'problems,' leading to canceled concerts and final attempted long-winded jail sentence. Of course, this is pessimistic thinking and most likely, nothing of great significance will happen, except for maybe Anti-Dealer and its thug leader, Dmitri Nosov, getting in the way in at least one or two cities. Nevertheless, who am I, a mere Westerner, to pass an accurate judgment on the inner-workings of the Russian wannabe-Intelligentsia? I suspect it would be enough to say that Russia has its own Kim Jung Ung, that now anything and everything is possible. Even in the world, what has been thought impossible is now unfortunately possible, both in the social sphere and in the political sphere. Thus, what is to say that Husky's career is any different? However, this is not the time to get cynical, nor is it the time to become emotionally distraught, one must fall back onto their morals and ethics, their intrinsic ability to know what is right, and what is wrong from a purely objective standpoint.

Getting back to Husky's music, like previously mentioned, he released an album this April, had a feature on an artist's album, and is now performing publically again. He went through nine months of silence, both in-person and online. He is now posting to Instagram again, posting on VK again, and has created a unique website for his tour. As a die-hard fan, I hope that we see Husky utilize his image and associated brand in a fuller way, perhaps creating an International image, rather than a solely Russian-based brand. I must confess that if he did such a thing, I think he would cease to be Husky, so I must concede that point entirely. But it would be grand to see Husky come to the States, Germany, Italy, Australia, somewhere other than Russia. It would be good for him, although who knows what would be suitable for Husky, one could even say does he know what would be suitable for him? His music provides the listener with confusing senses of self, I am not me, but the fact that I am not me makes me myself. He self-flagellates, always instigating an inward fight that one wishes they had the power to stop. As a listener, it is almost as if I am watching someone's demise and having only the power of the stop button, must utilize my small power to make his pain go away.


Bullet Fool, from Husky's seminal 2017 album, "Favorite Songs for Imaginary People," stands out not only because of the way Husky subverts religious subjects, i.e., God equated to a warhead and Husky's rap akin to a prayer through a mouth full of razors, but because in this particular song I feel and understand Husky not as Husky, but as Dmitri. These characteristics are valid for all of his music though, he reaches through the speakers, headphones, and microphone, and grabs the listener with infuriated love, shaking them until they go unconscious. They eventually wake up in a land unknown to them called reality, and it is from there that Husky is able to work. Husky becomes Orpheus, the listener becoming Eurydice, although now able to choose to follow Orpheus up to the biting surface or stay in the soothing and unchanging Underworld. 'It does not matter to Husky if the audience follows or not, Orpheus fails anyways.' Yes that's true, but unlike Orpheus, he, Husky, is not flown to the abode of the Gods and made a Constellation when he fails. Instead, he is dragged to the surface w