FROM THE TRANSLATORWhen Paul Bley first heard Ornette Coleman and Don Cherry in some club, no one wanted to listen to them. The visitors left one after another. Carla Bley told him, "These guys always play exactly a quarter tone higher." “I know,” Paul replied. "We have to get them to work." "For what?" “We need to find out how it’s done.” And indeed, it’s only with this “how it’s done” that I can explain the fact that some people actually read the products of our modest publishing house. What is so interesting about books about marginalized musicians? As Zappa said, “What’s so exciting about a person who sits all day long and draws black dots on paper? They better think I’m crazy.” The life of a musician (if we ignore the occasional orgies in hotel rooms) is generally boring and monotonous - composed, recorded, performed. Stole, drank, went to prison, stole, drank, went to prison. Romance! Seriously, the most interesting point in all of this seems to me to be how obvious - to put it mildly - eccentrics manage not only to survive, but also to somehow realize themselves in conditions of an almost complete lack of interest in their work from both the public and critics. Even more interesting is the very mechanics of the magical act of creativity (it is thanks to which people like Sun Ra turn a crowd of black slackers into a spiritual community of like-minded people), but you won’t read about this in books. I know this as well as anyone else, and yet I continue to do what I do - because I cannot lose hope of at least getting closer to understanding this incomprehensible phenomenon. My work, of course, is not without its shortcomings, but let's face it - no one else is doing what I do. Whether it turns out good or bad is not for me to judge. What more? In connection with all this, the thought occurred to me that I do not have any full Roman right to deprive you of the pleasure of expressing your attitude towards my work in a more tangible way than usual. (From a sociological point of view, this will also be of interest.) All past, present and future products of Cachanoff Fucking Factory were, are and will be free, but if suddenly someone wants to support me financially, then for this purpose there is a box on Yandex money 41001310308057 . Everything put there will be accepted with gratitude, and if you would like to give your name, it will be included in the special thanks section of our next product. Now I want to say a big sincere thank you to Dmitry Senchakov, Grigory Chiknaverov, Sergei Yushin, Mike Sevbo, the readers of cachanoff.livejournal.com and the p2p community of Soulseek.PK. September 27, 2011.