<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:30:40.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventures of Molga Rolga Project</title><subtitle type='html'>A website for the demonstration that rock &amp; roll was also a russian soviet invention.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-116610649216905205</id><published>2006-12-14T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:28:12.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the whirlwind turn our thoughts in forever shadowy peasants(baamara)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/116610649216905205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/116610649216905205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2006_12_10_archive.html#116610649216905205' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-114102132430936194</id><published>2006-02-27T02:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:22:04.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here the words according to a description from a soviet cultural officer that came to Vladivostok whilst Smolokovsky's mongolian trip. The description was under key as a classified document until our days. So, take a long breath and just relax (or not):"I arrived to Vladivostok MC35678 station on a freezing morning. My head officer sent me alone and needed me to achieve my experiences only for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/114102132430936194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/114102132430936194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114102132430936194' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-114102124960824602</id><published>2006-02-27T02:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:20:49.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here the words according to a description from a soviet cultural officer that came to Vladivostok whilst Smolokovsky's mongolian trip. The description was under key as a classified document until our days. So, take a long breath and just relax (or not):"I arrived to Vladivostok MC35678 station on a freezing morning. My head officer sent me alone and needed me to achieve my experiences only for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/114102124960824602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/114102124960824602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114102124960824602' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-107462280150889252</id><published>2004-01-20T15:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T15:21:59.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smolokovsky, Baamara and a set of mogolian peasants head west of Ulan Bataar. They were determined to reach a nomad's setting in the borders of the Gobi desert. The trip last five days, leaving an exhausted Smolokovsky. "What should I find after all" he thought at almost every second. He felt depressed but Baamara pushed him so hard he decided to let go. At the frontier with setting Maarnger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/107462280150889252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/107462280150889252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107462280150889252' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-86019638</id><published>2002-12-15T03:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T03:08:51.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Using his communist influences, Smolokovsky arrives to Ulan Bataar with a contact in mind. He heads for a russian mongolian professor who has lived within the nomads for years. He name is Baamara, but Smolokovsky suspected he uses this name after his experience with the nomads.Baamara is hard. He lives in a monastery where he teachs about chinese and mongolian ancient rituals. He also has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/86019638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/86019638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86019638' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-84043871</id><published>2002-11-05T02:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T02:11:04.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the end of the spring, Smolokovsky sets himself for a trip to the Mongolian desert. After several months researching the meaning behind the words Molga Rolga he decided to visit the "long song" mongolian masters. Meanwhile, things were gettin dark in Vladivostok music laboratory. Musicians were almost out of control, playin akward and bizarre paterns. They played music almost 15 hours a day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/84043871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/84043871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84043871' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-80461574</id><published>2002-08-20T01:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T01:45:32.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How shall I find a soviet ressonance to rock &amp; roll carisma", thought Smolokovsky while seeing the musicians playin trad jazz in the studio. The thresome had to play 14 hours a day, one piece of music each day. Today is wednesday an they are playin Roland Kirk's Cookoo's Serenade. A newly designed set of machines is set to watch every inch of their spirit. The set is called "emomascina" and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/80461574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/80461574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80461574' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-80127436</id><published>2002-08-12T03:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T03:25:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brashilinenko, Tavdotian &amp; Dassaev well crafted jazz musicians with a vast knowledge on central european and middle eastern folkore. Smolokovsky did not play anything, he was commended with a higher conceptual goal. The foursome met in Vladivostok without seeing the others before. In the laboratory, which was located in an inhabitated yard, they found instruments and a very developed-- for that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/80127436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/80127436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80127436' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-79833465</id><published>2002-08-05T02:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T02:26:45.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogger.com   The adventures of Molga Rolga: a website for the demonstration that rock &amp; roll was also a russian soviet invention!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/79833465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/79833465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79833465' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-79833158</id><published>2002-08-05T02:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T02:20:10.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nikita Brashilinenko, Boris Tavdotian, Petra Dassaev and cultural engineer Oleg Smolokovsky were destined to a laboratory in Vladivostok to create a solid challenger to american rock &amp; roll music.In the cold war heyday, Elvis was seen as "capitalism number one agent". Russian cultural officers intention were not to create a soviet Elvis but to develope a colective form "ideol". A pop idol, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/79833158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/79833158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79833158' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3681262.post-79786185</id><published>2002-08-03T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T19:57:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here begind the adventures of Molga RolgaCreated in Vladivostok to develope a truly form of soviet rock &amp; roll.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/79786185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3681262/posts/default/79786185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://molgarolga.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79786185' title=''/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02383770258947855475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
