Today Joseph Prigozhin celebrates his birthday, but, as in the case of Alibasov (), we will not remember him, but the journalist who entered into an unequal fight with the producer and lost.
Nikolai Fandeev (1960-2015) left not yet an old man, retaining his drive, love for music and thirst for human communication to the end. Before his death, he managed to accuse doctors of blatant unprofessionalism, hardly remembering the song of rapper Noize MC "Who killed Nikolai Fandeev."
Nikolai was a music lover from childhood, and with a passion for foreign music, a "firm", as he called it. Music not only in English. He knew well the Hungarian and Polish stage.
Graduated from MPEI, Department of Radio Engineering.
Unfortunately, I don't remember Fandeev at the radio, where he worked in the 1990s. Then secular journalists suddenly began to run the show. From the year 1993 until the default, it was they who determined the cultural trends of the country, against the backdrop of the collapse of domestic literature and cinema. The hit of the then television was "Sharks of the Pen", which Fandeev was not a part of, which is why his fame was somewhat late.
Fandeev worked as an editor at the Vozrozhdenie and Panorama radio stations, then became a presenter at the Tuning Fork Radio.
In 1997 he began to publish as a music critic, but I did not hold such a newspaper as Vse Kanal TV and Otvet magazine.
For me, Fandeev appeared only somewhere in the middle of the 2000s, when his work for my uncle was completed. At first I met him on various TV shows, involuntarily adding sound, because the guy spoke interestingly and provocatively. And then Fandeev got his own portal "Starsnews" - that portal is long gone, but Fandeev's official website is functioning - http://www.fandeeff.hop.ru
I don’t know how often Fandeev got into scandals before, his texts in the Otvet magazine are rather insipid, without much salt. Apparently, the policy of the public media held back Nikolai. But on the portal, Fandeev got excited.
And this is understandable - a specialist in classic rock, who understands what was forced to understand the shades of pop shit. Fandeev repeatedly accused artists of using a phonogram; knowing music very well, found conspiratorial plagiarism; rushed with accusations at Valery Meladze that he did not give a single good original song to the “Star Factory” produced by him and his brother Konstantin, pulling naphthalene failed songs out of the backyards; predicted that Anita Tsoi, despite the powerful support of her husband (the right hand of the then mayor Luzhkov), would not achieve fame. The journalist burrowed, not being afraid of the powerful of the world of show business. The backlash was bound to follow.
First, one of the many husbands of Elena Berkova attacked Fandeev with a knife. That scandal was hushed up amicably.
Then Fandeev turned out to be the inspiration for rapper Noize MC, writing on his album The Greatest Hits Vol. 1" for a scathing review. In response, the singer gave birth to the song “Who killed Nikolai Fandeev?”, Which is an obituary, and far from complimentary. It was then that the name of Fandeev was widely recognized not only by the musical party. Nikolai himself, after listening to the track, issued a positive verdict. In the end, this act corresponded to the hooligan style of a journalist.
The most fierce felling began at Fandeev with producer Iosif Prigogine. They clung constantly until Prigozhin broke through. At one of the press conferences, Valeria came to a direct brawl. Prigozhin found a weak spot in the truth-seeking Fandeev, declaring that he writes well about those who pay him. I don’t know how fair it was, but I was always surprised by the condescending attitude of Nikolai towards some artists of one production center.
Having collected dirt on Fandeev in the form of his printed statements, Prigogine filed a lawsuit. They sued for a long time and for Fandeev it was catastrophic. In 2010, he was ordered to pay 230,000 rubles.
After that, Fandeev announced the reconciliation of the parties and apologized.
Prigozhin forgave the debt, and Nikolai's biting articles about Star Factory-6 and Valeria disappeared from the network.
But in the end, the reputation of the journalist was greatly damaged. He was no longer invited to public events.
In my opinion, this benefited Fandeev. In 2012, he started the LiveJournal project "Funny Nineties" - this is the beginning (https://fandeeff.livejournal.com/2012/01/), which includes 300 posts about the stage of those times when it was fun, drunk and many-sided. For a year and a half, my everyday life began with memories and songs from Fandeev. And, by golly, it was great!
The end of Fandeev shows how lively he left.
And how he was cured.
Here is his LJ post from January 26, 2015 - https://fandeeff.livejournal.com/1065226.html
Duplicate.
It's called Heart Attack.
So, I’m ripe to tell you what happened to me in the last two weeks ...
Gradually, I began to feel bad on Wednesday - January 14th. When I came home that day, I noticed that something was wrong with me, but I didn’t worry much. My first thought was that I had poisoned myself with something. How many grocery stores now sell expired products - as part of a program to counter price increases due to sanctions?
On the morning of the next day (January 15), I safely shaved, cooked breakfast. But I couldn’t eat it like that: I couldn’t get a lump in my throat. In addition, I - sorry - pissed off, vomited. And I broke out in a strong cold sweat! And something hurt near the throat under the bone: a monotonous dull pain ... In general, that day I decided to lie down at home, and I didn’t leave the house like that.
On January 16, I was simply forced to take something somewhere - not far from home. Again cold sweat, again diarrhea, again pain under the throat, however, now it was a little lower. With sin in half he took what was needed: I walk for ten seconds, then I stand for 10 minutes - shortness of breath, etc. And when I returned home, I called the local doctor from the clinic.
The doctor came pretty quickly. She looked at me and listened. I told her about the diarrhea, the nausea, and the pain under the breastbone. And she officially diagnosed: intoxication, that is, poisoning. She prescribed me active consumption of activated charcoal, well, validol with a noshpa - if it hurts somewhere. And if it gets worse, call an ambulance.
On the morning of January 17 (Saturday) I felt even worse, I had to call an ambulance. The guys arrived quickly. Again examined-felt-measured-and muffled me with a new diagnosis - INFARCT!
Everything that happened afterwards, I remember badly. Unless they rolled me out in a wheelchair from the entrance to the courtyard, and there some of our neighbors looked at me painfully regretfully ....
They brought me to hospital No. 15 (Veshnyakovskaya st., 23). Since I was already no, I vaguely remember further. I remember that they took me around the floors on a gurney, pricked something, measured something ... As a result, they placed me in the intensive care unit. They connected me with tubes to a dropper, to an oxygen machine, stuffed me with a huge amount of different drugs. As a result, I started ... BUGS! Either I was walking around some deserted city at night with an abundance of neon advertising, then I participated in some business projects, etc. The hallucinogenic period of my stay in the hospital resulted in several days.
The intensive care unit of Hospital No. 15 is a separate story. Yes, there is a lot of modern equipment here. But this is perhaps the only advantage. In fact, the intensive care unit is a super-regime enterprise. No one is allowed here at all, it is difficult for relatives to transfer the things they need in everyday life for patients. There is no TV, no radio, no Wi-Fi. There are no mirrors anywhere. Only doctors can go to the toilet, patients, please, duck.
Phone to patients - absolutely not! But nurses can. Personally, I have watched more than once how the nurse Yulia ran away to a distant nook and chattered there for forty minutes! This is instead of dealing with the sick!!!
In the intensive care unit, there are not even standard 220 V sockets; medical devices have plugs of a completely different shape. And most importantly, it is incredibly difficult for patients to be here. Patients scream loudly and in large quantities (as if it were a torture Gestapo), so, for example, getting enough sleep is problematic.
The medical equipment here is far from silent. Here and there the beeps chirp. I heard similar music somewhere from Brian Eno ...
During the day, in order to somehow cheer up, I tried to communicate with other patients. But for some reason they did not want to communicate with rare exceptions. The only hilarious episode that I have seen these days is the work of a radiologist. A young guy came, rolled an X-ray machine with him, put it on someone's gurney. For a long time I installed something there, set it up. Then he pressed the button and with bulging eyes flew like a bullet to the opposite end of the corridor!
January 19 (Monday) I had a hallucinogenic finale. My consciousness gradually began to see clearly, and my mind began to ask itself all sorts of different questions. When I finally begged the nurse to give me the opportunity to blow my nose into the sink - because it was unbearable to breathe - I paid attention to the strong clots of mucus coming out of me abundantly, mixed with brown blood. It turned out it was the result of PNEUMONIA! About which no one had ever spoken to me before! And under the neck I also hurt precisely from pneumonia.
Then a doctor came and began to reproach me for the fact that I myself earned a heart attack because I ... I SMOK VERY MUCH! For some reason, he categorically rejected my argument that I don’t smoke at all, that I haven’t smoked a single cigarette in my life (and this is pure truth).
And I want to tell you about one doctor. I think that all Russian medicine should know her name in general. ROMASHENKO OKSANA VLADIMIROVNA.
So this same Oksana Vladimirovna, somewhere on Tuesday (January 20), came to the intensive care unit with a package of documents drawn up by her for me and showed me the first page of this package.
“Oksana Vladimirovna, tell me, is this not a mistake? It says here that I have the first blood type with a positive Rh, and my whole life I had a third blood group.
“We have the best equipment, so there are no mistakes,” Romashenko replied.
“Yes, but since childhood, as far as I can remember, I have always had the third blood group.”
Oksana Vladimirovna begins to wrinkle her turnips: “Perhaps your body has changed a lot lately, so your blood type has also changed.”
I then tried for a long time to understand how such a “well-versed in medicine person” as a result became a GRADUATED PHYSICIAN. I still don't know the answer...
On Wednesday, January 21, I was finally transferred from the intensive care unit to the cardiology unit. Room No. 438 looked less like a hospital ward than like a change house. The walls are shabby, there are rusty pipes in the toilet, in the shower you can’t wash at all because of disgust. And yet, at first, I was delighted: the patients turned out to be more sociable. Out of 6 people 5 drivers! But!
In the evening, these drivers sat down to watch some gangster series in someone's laptop. They willingly commented on everything they saw on the screen: “Look, she didn’t have time to come to him, when he already blew her”, “oh, he planted this one too, ha ha ha,” etc. plus devoid of any meaning a plentiful set of mate.
An additional piquancy of the situation was that their laptop was capable of showing only this one eight-episode film. As a result, they watched this series of theirs in a row and non-stop five times!
Well, okay, I think now they will go to bed, and I will finally sleep too! Figwam! They went to bed, but snored (at least three) so that the walls shook!
The next day, for some reason, I was again returned to the intensive care unit. True, since at that moment there were no “loud” patients there, for the first time in six days I managed to get enough sleep. Even under Brian Eno.
January 22 (Thursday) I was again returned to the change house No. 438 of the cardiology department. Fortunately, the composition of patients changed here too, as a result, very pleasant men were selected for communication (although one ratchet from the old composition still remained). And only on January 23, I finally found myself at home again. As they say, now I continue treatment on an outpatient basis.
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I don’t know why I wrote all this here, probably, I just wanted to speak out.
PEOPLE, BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR HEALTH! AND DON'T WORRY!"
I received the news via SMS that Kolya Fandeev died on January 31!!! What a horror! I don't understand how a person with a heart attack could be allowed to go home... to die?! Last post from Nikolai Fandeev's Facebook:
Nikolai Fandeev
TRAVELING FOR A MIDDLE HEART
So, I’m ripe to tell you what happened to me in the last two weeks ...
Gradually, I began to feel bad on Wednesday - January 14th. When I came home that day, I noticed that something was wrong with me, but I didn’t worry much. My first thought was that I had poisoned myself with something. How many grocery stores now sell expired products - as part of a program to counter price increases due to sanctions?
On the morning of the next day (January 15), I safely shaved, cooked breakfast. But I couldn’t eat it like that: I couldn’t get a lump in my throat. In addition, I - sorry - pissed off, vomited. And I broke out in a strong cold sweat! And something hurt near the throat under the bone: a monotonous dull pain ... In general, that day I decided to lie down at home, and I didn’t leave the house like that.
On January 16, I was simply forced to take something somewhere - not far from home. Again cold sweat, again diarrhea, again pain under the throat, however, now it was a little lower. With sin in half he took what was needed: I walk for ten seconds, then I stand for 10 minutes - shortness of breath, etc. And when I returned home, I called the local doctor from the clinic.
The doctor came pretty quickly. She looked at me and listened. I told her about the diarrhea, the nausea, and the pain under the breastbone. And she officially diagnosed: intoxication, that is, poisoning. She prescribed me active consumption of activated charcoal, well, validol with no-shpa - if it hurts somewhere. And if it gets worse, call an ambulance.
On the morning of January 17 (Saturday) I felt even worse, I had to call an ambulance. The guys arrived quickly. Again examined-felt-measured-and muffled me with a new diagnosis - INFARCT!
Everything that happened afterwards, I remember badly. Unless they rolled me out in a wheelchair from the entrance to the courtyard, and there some of our neighbors looked at me painfully regretfully ....
They brought me to hospital No. 15 (Veshnyakovskaya st., 23). Since I was already no, I vaguely remember further. I remember that they took me around the floors on a gurney, pricked something, measured something ... As a result, they placed me in the intensive care unit. They connected me with tubes to a dropper, to an oxygen machine, stuffed me with a huge amount of different drugs. As a result, I started ... BUGS! Either I was walking around some deserted city at night with an abundance of neon advertising, then I participated in some business projects, etc. The hallucinogenic period of my stay in the hospital resulted in several days.
The intensive care unit of Hospital No. 15 is a separate story. Yes, there is a lot of modern equipment here. But this is perhaps the only advantage. In fact, the intensive care unit is a super-regime enterprise. No one is allowed here at all, it is difficult for relatives to transfer the things they need in everyday life for patients. There is no TV, no radio, no Wi-Fi. There are no mirrors anywhere. Only doctors can go to the toilet, patients, please, duck.
Phone to patients - absolutely not! But nurses can. Personally, I watched more than once how the nurse Yulia ran away to a distant nook and chattered there for forty minutes! This is instead of dealing with the sick!!!
In the intensive care unit, there are not even standard 220 V sockets; medical devices have plugs of a completely different shape. And most importantly, it is incredibly difficult for patients to be here. Patients scream loudly and in large quantities (as if it were a torture Gestapo), so, for example, getting enough sleep is problematic.
The medical equipment here is far from silent. Here and there the beeps chirp. I heard similar music somewhere from Brian Eno ...
During the day, in order to somehow cheer up, I tried to communicate with other patients. But for some reason they did not want to communicate with rare exceptions. The only hilarious episode that I have seen these days is the work of a radiologist. A young guy came, rolled an X-ray machine with him, put it on someone's gurney. For a long time I installed something there, set it up. Then he pressed the button and with bulging eyes flew like a bullet to the opposite end of the corridor!
January 19 (Monday) I had a hallucinogenic finale. My consciousness gradually began to see clearly, and my mind began to ask itself all sorts of different questions. When I finally begged the nurse to give me the opportunity to blow my nose into the sink - because it was unbearable to breathe - I paid attention to the strong clots of mucus coming out of me abundantly, mixed with brown blood. It turned out it was the result of PNEUMONIA! About which no one had ever spoken to me before! And under the neck I also hurt precisely from pneumonia.
Then a doctor came and began to reproach me for the fact that I myself earned a heart attack because I ... I SMOK VERY MUCH! For some reason, he categorically rejected my argument that I don’t smoke at all, that I haven’t smoked a single cigarette in my life (and this is pure truth).
And I want to tell you about one doctor. I think that all Russian medicine should know her name in general. ROMASHENKO OKSANA VLADIMIROVNA.
So this same Oksana Vladimirovna, somewhere on Tuesday (January 20), came to the intensive care unit with a package of documents drawn up by her for me and showed me the first page of this package.
“Oksana Vladimirovna, tell me, is this not a mistake? It says here that I have the first blood type with a positive Rh, and my whole life I had a third blood group.
“We have the best equipment, so there are no mistakes,” Romashenko replied.
“Yes, but since childhood, as far as I can remember, I have always had the third blood group.”
Oksana Vladimirovna begins to wrinkle her turnips: “Perhaps your body has changed a lot lately, so your blood type has also changed.”
I then tried for a long time to understand how such a “well-versed in medicine person” as a result became a GRADUATED PHYSICIAN. I still don't know the answer...
On Wednesday, January 21, I was finally transferred from the intensive care unit to the cardiology unit. Room No. 438 looked less like a hospital ward than like a change house. The walls are shabby, there are rusty pipes in the toilet, in the shower you can’t wash at all because of disgust. And yet, at first, I was delighted: the patients turned out to be more sociable. Out of 6 people 5 drivers! But!
In the evening, these drivers sat down to watch some gangster series in someone's laptop. They willingly commented on everything they saw on the screen: “Look, she didn’t have time to come to him, as he already blew her”, “oh, he also planted this one, ha ha ha,” etc. plus devoid of any meaning a plentiful set of mate.
An additional piquancy of the situation was that their laptop was capable of showing only this one eight-episode film. As a result, they watched this series of theirs in a row and non-stop five times!
Well, okay, I think now they will go to bed, and I, too, will finally sleep! Figwam! They went to bed, but snored (at least three) so that the walls shook!
The next day, for some reason, I was again returned to the intensive care unit. True, since at that moment there were no “loud” patients there, for the first time in six days I managed to get enough sleep. Even under Brian Eno.
January 22 (Thursday) I was again returned to the change house No. 438 of the cardiology department. Fortunately, the composition of patients changed here too, as a result, very pleasant men were selected for communication (although one ratchet from the old composition still remained). And only on January 23, I finally found myself at home again. As they say, now I continue treatment on an outpatient basis.
- - - - -
I don’t know why I wrote all this here, probably I just wanted to speak out.
PEOPLE, BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR HEALTH! AND DON'T WORRY!
Noize MC and Nikolay Fandeev. It would seem that what can connect these completely different people? It's simple: there is almost a real war going on between them. Critic Nikolai Fandeev spoke impartially about one of the artist's albums, publicly insulting him. If you do not already know this story and are not familiar with the personality of this person, then this article is for you.
Album review
Nikolai Fandeev attended the presentation, and later wrote an unflattering review in which he noted that there were many pregnant women there, and someone even pointed out the involvement of a young performer in this. Until that day, the critic had not heard any of his compositions and did not know that the guy was rapping. Although he said that such a performance is generally difficult to associate with hip-hop. He also noted that every Noize MC song is full of obscene language. Nikolai Fandeev spoke about the performer himself, hinting at the low level of his intellectual development.
The rapper performed on stage with a guitar. But if you believe the words of the journalist, then he did not use it at all, it was an attribute of "coolness". Toward the middle of the performance, he got rid of it altogether. Another performer from the stage said that it was most unpleasant for him to communicate with music journalists. Probably, this hurt Fandeev, since he wrote such a review.
The critics did not like the CDs that were distributed at the presentation. He stated that these were ordinary "blanks", and the recording was not made in the studio. And in the end, Nikolai Fandeev called the whole event shameful.
Reply to Noize MC
Nikolai Fandeev, whose death was invented by the rapper in his track, of course, expected a reaction, but hardly such. The performer did not like the fact that he gets personal and already insults him, and does not express his opinion about the album. His song is also a kind of review of Fandeev, but only in an unusual musical format.
He says that the track was written very quickly, literally in one day, it was on the road. He recorded it at home that evening and sent it to a friend who overdubbed the music. And so this response composition appeared, which Ivan (and this is the real name of the performer) decided to call "Who killed Nikolai Fandeev."
Later it became known why this song was not included in the first album of the young artist. The fact is that at that time he was moving from one company to another, and they refused to insert it, fearing litigation. Ivan simply uploaded it to the network, calling for distribution.
Fandeev's reaction
Nikolai Fandeev, whose biography was revealed in an ironic form in the song, reacted positively to this. He stated that he was even pleased to hear an obituary about himself, and he liked the track. One can only guess what real emotions Nikolai Fandeev experienced while listening to the recording.
Noize MC considered this to be a common manifestation of cowardice. He believes that the journalist took a safe path, fearing the reaction of the people, and he hardly thinks well of him.
Guruken speaks his mind
For the uninitiated, I will explain that the man with the strange nickname Guruken is a friend of Fandeev, who could not leave this situation unattended. He wrote a huge post where he called Ivan stupid, unable to compose good lyrics, perform them and record music. He also said that PR at the expense of death is terrible.
After that, Guruken never calmed down, and when Ivan recorded a track related to the accident, he called it bad and shamed the performer. It seems that Fandeev's friend himself is doing a good job of PR due to this.
What now?
It would seem that everything should end there, but this case was continued in social networks. A group was created with the same name to the song, where the fans of the artist began to collect all known information about it. They promote distribution in all resources, provide download links and detailed instructions. Topics were also created where correspondence with Fandeev was opened, and other victims of his unflattering criticism were also found.
The track, which revolted the public, by the way, was included in the reissue of the album. Surprisingly, the scandalous review was also deleted from all Fandeev's sites, and Fandeev did not appear at the second presentation, fortunately for the performer and his fans.
Nikolai Fandeev and husband of Elena Berkova
Many scandals are connected with the name of this journalist. One of the largest occurred with Berkova's husband, Vladimir Khimchenko.
The husband of the former star of "adult" films wanted to personally attend her press conference to observe what questions are being asked by his missus. By chance, Fandeev was also there, representing the magazine "Answer". He decided to ask Elena if she sings to the phonogram, what he will do if she suddenly stops. This question made Vladimir very angry, and he decided to lynch the objectionable journalist.
The first to fall under his hot hand was press attache Daria, who, according to Khimchenko, should not have invited those who ask such questions. On this, he did not calm down and decided to track down Fandeev in the club. It must be said that he succeeded. He approached him and asked him to go to the toilet to talk. And there he immediately stuck a whaling knife in Nikolai's side. He threatened to kill him, continuing to strike blow after blow.
Freed, Fandeev immediately ran to the guards to call the police, but Berkova's producer begged him not to go ahead with this case. He decided not to make a fuss for the time being, and the matter was decided by financial compensation. Later, in his blog, Fandeev said that he did not yet know what he would do with the criminal case.
You learned about such a strange person as Nikolai Fandeev in this article. If you still want to read reviews of musical groups and singers, then be prepared that your favorite artist will not be presented in the best light there.
