:: HOW TO GO ::
you don't find it. it finds you. somebody tells somebody who tells you, usually on friday, usually the same day.
- bring a flashlight. the stairs down have no light. 14 steps, the 9th is broken.
- bring warm clothes. it is a boiler room but the boiler is dead, it is colder inside than outside.
- no photos. no recording. Askar asks it, so we do it.
- 10 som at the door for the electricity. the electricity is from a cable that comes from somewhere. don't ask.
- go home in groups. Dastgoh at 4 in the morning is not a place to walk alone.

20.05.2000 - tüntolk + Kara Jel
my first time. maybe 60 people. the power went off two times and in the dark Mira just continued singing without machines, only voice. everybody was silent. when the power came back nobody clapped, it was not the moment. best thing i ever heard.

14.10.2000 - tüntolk + Umay-9
more people, maybe 150, we were standing on the old pipes. boys came from Almaty by car, 2 days drive they said (they lie, but it is far). i wore my bull mask (cardboard + paint + my father's old fur hat). Umay-9 played very long, 40 minutes one song. tüntolk started after 2 in the night.

30.12.2000 - new year night CANCELLED. the man with the key went to his relatives. we stood outside in the snow 1 hour and then went to Marat's flat and listened to Jolchu from the radio tape. it was also good actually.

17.02.2001 - THE NIGHT WITH THE FILM
not in the boiler room, in an old workshop near it, bigger, with a white wall. they put a projector and showed the beginning of Rise of Glory, the old film, the uncut first hour: one man and one wild horse, nothing else, one hour, no cuts. and tüntolk played under it the whole time. at first people laughed a little. after 20 minutes nobody laughed. when the horse finally let him on, a girl near me started to cry and i did too. then the film continued with the second part and they stopped and just left the stage. no encore, no "thank you". the projector was still clicking.
i can not describe it more. i tried 5 times. i deleted it 5 times.

next? - nobody knows. this is the point.

to the people from militsiya who maybe read this: it is music. nobody drinks there (almost). we go home after.

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