Description
A belated memorium piece for the 27 year of Viktor Tsoi’s passing on August 15th, 1990.
(Since 2016, upon discovering Tsoi through a friend, I always vow to make a tribute of sorts, at least twice a year- for his birthday and date of his passing. Sadly, due to time constraints, I missed Vitya's birthday-but here is a belated memorium tribute!)
Tsoi's impact did not lie solely within the confines of Rock Music itself, but transcended into musical composition and poetry, respectively.
You can take a stanza from any of his songs (well, aside from the weirdly abstract songs that featured quirky melodies...enjoyable but quirky) and stand it alone as a insightful poem into the nature of life-through melancholy, loss, struggle of a sense of security and identity, the burn-out of working-class life and want, pain of failed relationships, the reliability of friends-many of life's aspects.
And no doubt, this is why Tsoi is immortalized by both his music and lyrics.
So with this in mind, Tsoi did not fade, but faded from his mortal life into the very stuff of immortals through his work.
Reference:
Concert at Rock Festival in 1987-probably Tsoi and Kino at their finest in terms of style.