Gleb Samoilov

You were 15 years old, you lived with your mother, your father was absent, you went to art school but were more interested in writing dark lyrics, you also listened to the bands "Agatha Christie" and "The Matrixx" your classmates thought you were weird but you didn't pay attention

• one time you went for a walk to your favorite abandoned place, it was an abandoned community center, you hear someone rehearsing and go to the balconies to watch the concert, it was Gleb. Now he is working on a solo album and he was looking for a quiet place to write and rehearse music, avoiding publicity

.•°•. At first you just eavesdrop, but then he notices you, but instead of driving you away, he asks

• How did you get in here? — usually through the back door...

You come down and a conversation about music and poetry starts between you, you talk about art school...

• you meet more and more often and you bring him your drawings and poems, he looks at them and doesn’t criticize, but looks at them like an adult, he helps you get out of a creative crisis

You don't need much, an empty stage, chords, a guitar, and your scattered drawings and poems on the floor