Biography Vadim Dabuzhsky

Dabuzhsky, Vadim Anatolyevich clan. Education and career in the year graduated from a music school, a music school in Grozny, later several courses of the GITIS theater. He led the orchestra quintet, accompanied by Mark Bernes. He composed and performed parodies for popular songs, parodying the manner of performing different artists such numbers by Dabuzhsky himself called “musical interviews” - Raymond Pauls, Valery Leontyev, Valentina Tolkunova, Yuri Antonov, Earthlings and others.

He performed with topical verses. So, for example, bits about the program “Today in the World” and its leading .. Dabuzhsky Vadim - the gloomy fantasy to Vadim Dabuzhsky was the musical director of the ensemble M. Bernes, and in the concertmaster of the Moskontzer. C is acting as an author of the verses and musical parodies, as well as epigrams. Vadim Dabuzhsky wrote musical feuilletons, pieces, parodies for many famous artists.

I can’t send Daily Talking on the stage, Andrey Morozov Vadim Dabuzhsky - Vadim Anatolyevich, we agreed on a meeting for a very long time.

Is it related to your employment? Each person has his own system developed by life. My system is to sit at home. Yes, and there is no particular demand for me. Here I sang my purchases. They require certain conditions. This is humiliation for the artist. But then I very successfully hit the Politburo. There was no censorship. I sang bits on the anger of the day. Moreover, he did this with the people.

It was very original. Not only ordinary people liked this, but also to such a great artist as Mikhail Gluzsky. He once said about me: "It is not clear who you are: either the artist, or the author, or the composer." Andrei Karaulov treated me well, in general, people who had a sufficiently thin taste. Then Grozny was a wonderful city. People sent by Stalin began to return.

They all were given the opportunity to enter higher educational institutions. The city was wonderful, and wonderful people lived in it. Although, of course, there were offended, because people were sent about anything from their homeland. Six months later, the father died. Friends collected money, and one Chechen escorted me to Moscow, helped to transport the coffin with his father’s body.

After graduating from the Music School, he led the orchestra of the Bureau of Propaganda of Cinema. Actually, it was not quite an orchestra, but rather a quintet at the People's Artist Mark Bernes. We toured him for three years. I do not consider myself an outstanding performer, but for some reason Bernes appreciated me, he liked something in me. Maybe because it was the main thing for him that there was a pianist in the ensemble, who knows how to keep the melodic basis.

He did not have special vocal opportunities, so he did not sing, but told a song. And in order to tell the song, I needed a basis, not improvisational, but an exact melody. He was not a professional in music. He not only did not know the notes, but was not even a singer in the professional sense of the word. He could not sing a song without accompaniment, as the singers usually sing.

But then in the timbre of his voice, some kindness and humanity were laid down, plus acting. All this created a certain aura. After him, many singers tried to sing the songs that he performed, but after him in sincereness, according to the way he presented these songs to the audience, they had nothing to do. Even such a great singer as George ST, still lacked what Bernes had. Bernes would not have taken any music school or in any music school.

But there are deviations in nature. This deviation from the rules in music was Mark Bernes. To some extent, I am not a vocalist and not a great poet, and not a great satirist. But now five years have passed after the Politburo, and no one has yet been able to do what I did on the television screen. I presented my epigrams in a budget form. This is a primitive form, but it is understandable to the people.

It does not impose something political. But now whatever the channel you turn on, we are all the same to be the same - about politics all the time in the brain. Politics, politics ... Talking heads around .. How many deputies are there in the Duma? Four hundred and fifty. But for some reason, we see ten people on the screen from the strength. Zhirinovsky, Khakamad, Nemtsov, Mitrofanov, well, a few more people.

And I want to know the opinion of other people. Here is the hakamada. She may be a smart woman, she probably has her own thoughts, but you can’t flicker on the screen all the time. Sometimes she acts professionally, sometimes she begins to teach how to plant cucumbers, at the same time she shows her birthday on television, where she is given sable fur coats. All this is done before the eyes of a perplexed country, which is starving and where it freezes.

On this occasion, I have such an epigram: I managed to notice it all - from Tula to Volgograd: along the “box” seven days a week on all channels - Hakamada. Today I am here from the stage, friends, you are ready to offer the Japanese to the Khakamad to the Japanese in return for the Kuril Islands. Oddly enough, but politicians took the place of artists today.And I believe that it would be better and more fun if there were more artists.

But then what is happening here? If you look closely, then on the screen again the same artists spin. When there is a holiday, you begin to get confused: you turn on one channel - there is a famous artist, you switch - and he too. The same on the next channels. You can turn on all channels at once - and everywhere there will be the same artist. Let's get back to your biography.

What did you do after working with Bernes? But then I realized that I have no special talent for jazz and I will not reach any heights in it. I began to think: what to do next? All life play in ensembles? Or go to the restaurant to play? And this is my "ceiling"?! And then a case played a role. At the end of X appeared the Yunost radio station. She organized a trip on the Volga.

As a decent ensemble, we were taken on this trip. On that ship, Mikhail Tanich, the unknown Jan Frenkel, Ptrenchkin, many other interesting artists, drove on that ship. We lived on the ship, and in every city where we stopped, we arranged concerts under the auspices of the Yunost radio station. By the way, the ship on which we floated along the Volga was called the "propagandist." If now someone had done this, then along the Volga they would swim in a submarine.

And then everything was modest, we were all young, we strove for something. I remember when we reached Astrakhan, there they gave us five bags of Vobla, and we began to share it. They shared so that almost everyone did not fight. After all, Vobla was a terrible shortage. But it was still unpleasant - every fish was considered individually: how much and for what.

On that ship, I met the then popular parodist Yuri Filimonov. We somehow made friends with him, and he invited me to work with him. I thought, thought and agreed.