Music journalist Nikolai Fandeev has died. Critic Nikolai Fandeev: scandals Noize mc who killed Nikolai

I received 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?! Latest post from Nikolai Fandeev’s Facebook page:

Nikolay Fandeev
CAMPING FOR A HEART ATTACK

Now, I’m finally ready to tell you what happened to me in the last two weeks...

I gradually began to feel unwell on Wednesday – January 14th. When I came home that day, I noticed that something was wrong with me, but I didn’t worry too much. My first thought was that I had been poisoned by something. How many expired products are sold in grocery stores now as part of a program to combat price increases due to sanctions?

The next morning (January 15), I successfully shaved and prepared breakfast. But I couldn’t eat it: the lump wouldn’t get into my throat. Besides, I - sorry - took a shit and threw up. I also broke out in a strong cold sweat! And something hurt near my throat, under the bone: a monotonous dull pain... In general, that day I decided to lie down at home, and never left the house.

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, although now it was a little lower. With sin, I took in half what I 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 quite quickly. She looked at me and listened. I told her about the diarrhea, nausea, and also about the pain under the sternum. And she officially made a diagnosis: intoxication, i.e. poisoning. She prescribed me the active consumption of activated carbon, and Validol with no-shpa - if something hurts. Well, if it gets worse, call an ambulance.

On the morning of January 17 (Saturday) I felt even worse and had to call an ambulance. The guys arrived quickly. They examined me again, felt me, measured me - and gave me a new diagnosis - INFARCTION!

I don’t remember everything that happened afterwards very well. Except that they rolled me out of the entrance into the yard in a stroller, and there some of our neighbors looked at me in a painfully sad way...

They brought me to hospital No. 15 (23 Veshnyakovskaya St.). Since I was no longer there, I remember the rest vaguely. I remember that they took me through the floors on a gurney, injected me with something, measured something... As a result, they placed me in the intensive care unit. They connected me with cambrics to an IV, to an oxygen machine, and filled me with a huge number of different medications. As a result, I started having... GLITCHES! Either I was walking through some deserted city at night with an abundance of neon advertising, then I was participating in some business projects, etc. The hallucinogenic period of my stay in the hospital lasted several days.

The intensive care unit of Hospital No. 15 is a different 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 high-security facility. No one is allowed here at all; it is difficult for relatives to give patients things they need in everyday life. There is no TV, no radio, no Wi-Fi. There are no mirrors anywhere. Only doctors are allowed to go to the toilet; patients, please, duck.

In the intensive care unit there are not even standard 220 V outlets; medical devices have plugs of a completely different shape. And most importantly, it is incredibly difficult for patients to be here. The patients scream loudly and a lot (as if it were a Gestapo torture chamber), so, for example, getting enough sleep is problematic.

The medical equipment here is far from silent. Beepers squeak here and there. I heard similar music somewhere by 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 funny episode I watched these days was the work of the radiologist. A young guy came, wheeled an X-ray machine with him, and placed it next to someone’s gurney. It took me a long time to install and configure something there. Then he pressed the button and, with his eyes wide, flew out like a bullet to the opposite end of the corridor!

On January 19 (Monday) I had a hallucinogenic ending. My consciousness gradually began to gain clarity, 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 impossible to breathe - I noticed strong clots of mucus mixed with brown blood coming out of me abundantly. It turned out it was the result of PNEUMONIA! Which no one had ever told me anything about before! And I also had pain under my neck from pneumonia.

And I also want to tell you about one doctor. I believe that all Russian medicine should know her name. ROMASHENKO OKSANA VLADIMIROVNA.

So this same Oksana Vladimirovna, somewhere on Tuesday (January 20), came to the intensive care unit with a package of documents that she had drawn up for me and showed me the first page of this package.

“Oksana Vladimirovna, tell me, is this not a mistake? You write here that I have the first blood type with positive Rhesus, but all my life I have had the third blood type.”

“We have the best equipment, so there are no mistakes,” Romashenko answered.

“Yes, but since childhood, as long as I can remember, I have always had the third blood type.”

Oksana Vladimirovna begins to wrinkle her turnip: “Perhaps your body has changed a lot lately, so your blood type has also changed.”

I then spent a long time trying to understand how such a “well-versed person in medicine” ended up becoming a CERTIFIED DOCTOR. 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 and more like a change house. The walls are shabby, there are rusty pipes in the toilet, you can’t wash yourself in the shower at all due to disgust. And yet, at first I was happy: the patients turned out to be more sociable. Out of 6 people, 5 are drivers! But!

In the evening, these drivers sat down to watch some gangster series on someone’s laptop. They readily commented on everything they saw on the screen: “But look, before she had time to come to him, he had already screwed her,” “oh, he screwed this one too, ha-ha-ha,” etc. plus, devoid of any meaning a copious set of obscenities.

An additional piquancy of the situation was that this laptop was only capable of showing this one eight-episode film. As a result, they watched this series of theirs in a row and without stopping five times!

Well, okay, I think now they’ll go to bed, and I’ll finally get some sleep too! Figwam! They went to bed, but started snoring (at least three of them) so hard that the walls shook!

On January 22 (Thursday) I was again returned to cabin No. 438 of the cardiology department. Fortunately, even here the composition of the patients changed, as a result, very pleasant men were selected for communication (although one ratchet from the old composition still remained). And only on January 23rd I finally found myself at home again. As they say, I am now continuing 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, TAKE YOUR HEALTH AS CAREFULLY POSSIBLE! AND DON'T GET SICK!

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 yet 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 young performer’s involvement 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 also 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 journalist’s words, he didn’t use it at all, it was an attribute of “coolness.” Towards the middle of the performance, he completely got rid of it. The performer also said from the stage that the most unpleasant thing for him was communicating with music journalists. This probably hurt Fandeev, since he wrote such a review.

The critic also 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. But in the end, Nikolai Fandeev called the whole event shameful.

Reply to Noize MC

Nikolai Fandeev, whose death the rapper invented in his track, of course expected a reaction, but it’s unlikely to be like this. The performer did not like the fact that he was getting personal and already insulting him, rather than expressing 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 he wrote the track very quickly, literally in one day, it was on the road. That evening he recorded it at home and sent it to a friend, who added the music. And so this response composition appeared, which Ivan (and this is the performer’s real name) 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, for fear of 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 listen to the 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 a common manifestation of cowardice. He believes that the journalist took the safe route, 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 ignore this situation. He wrote a huge post where he called Ivan stupid, unable to write good lyrics, perform them and record music. He also said that publicity at the expense of death is terrible.

After this, Guruken never calmed down, and when Ivan recorded a track related to the accident, he called it bad and shamed the artist. It seems that Fandeev’s friend himself is doing a good job of PR due to this.

What now?

It would seem that this should all end there, but this case continued on social networks. A group was created with the same name as the song, where 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 have also been created where correspondence with Fandeev was revealed, and other victims of his unflattering criticism were also found.

The track, which outraged the public, by the way, was included in the re-release of the album. It is surprising that the scandalous review was deleted from all of Fandeev’s websites, and Fandeev did not appear at the second presentation, fortunately for the performer himself and his fans.

Nikolai Fandeev and Elena Berkova's husband

The name of this journalist is associated with many scandals. One of the largest happened 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 his missus was asking. By chance, Fandeev was also there, representing the magazine “Answer”. He decided to ask Elena if she was singing along with a soundtrack and what she would do if she suddenly stopped. This question made Vladimir very angry, and he decided to carry out lynching of the objectionable journalist.

The first to fall under his hot hand was press attaché Daria, who, according to Khimchenko, should not have invited those who asked such questions. He did not rest on this and decided to track down Fandeev at the club. I must say that he succeeded. He approached him and asked him to go to the toilet to talk. And there he immediately stuck a whaling knife into Nikolai’s side. He threatened to kill him, continuing to strike him blow after blow.

Having freed himself, Fandeev immediately ran to the security to call the police, but Berkova’s producer begged him not to proceed with this matter. He decided not to make a fuss for now, and the matter was resolved with financial compensation. Later in his blog, Fandeev said that he does not yet know what he will 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 performer will not be presented in the best light.

Today is Joseph Prigozhin’s birthday, but, as in the case of Alibasov (), let’s remember not him, but the journalist who entered into an unequal struggle with the producer and lost.

Nikolai Fandeev (1960-2015) left not yet an old man, retaining his drive, love of music and thirst for human communication to the end. Before his death, he managed to accuse the doctors of blatant unprofessionalism, hardly remembering the song by rapper Noize MC “Who Killed Nikolai Fandeev.”

Nikolai has been a music lover since childhood, with a passion for foreign music, “the firm,” as he called it. Music not only in English. He knew the Hungarian and Polish pop music quite well.

Graduated from Moscow Power Engineering Institute, Department of Radio Engineering.

Unfortunately, I don’t remember Fandeev on the radio where he worked in the 1990s. Then secular journalists suddenly began to rule the roost. From 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 television at that time was “Sharks of the Feather”, of which Fandeev was not a part, which is why his fame was somewhat belated.

Fandeev worked as an editor at radio “Vozrozhdenie” and “Panorama”, then became a presenter at “Kamerton-radio”.

In 1997, I began publishing as a music critic, but I did not hold such a newspaper as “All Channels TV” and the magazine “Otvet” in my hands.

For me, Fandeev appeared only somewhere in the mid-2000s, when his work for his uncle was completed. At first I met him on various TV shows, involuntarily turning up the volume, because the guy spoke in an interesting and provocative manner. And then Fandeev got his own portal “Starsnews” - that portal has been gone for a long time, but Fandeev’s official website is functioning - http://www.fandeeff.hop.ru

I don’t know how often Fandeyev got into scandals before, his texts in the magazine “Otvet” are quite bland, without much salt. Apparently Nikolai’s public media policy was holding him back. But on the portal, Fandeev got excited.

And this is understandable - a classic rock specialist who understands why he was forced to understand the shades of pop crap. Fandeev repeatedly accused artists of using phonograms; knowing music very well, he found hidden plagiarism; rushed with accusations at Valery Meladze that he did not give a single good original song to the “Star Factory” he and his brother Konstantin produced, having pulled mothballs that failed from the backyard; 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 went deep, not afraid of the powers that be in the world of show business. A backlash could not help but follow.

First, one of Elena Berkova’s many husbands attacked Fandeev with a knife. That scandal was hushed up amicably.

Then Fandeev turned out to be the inspiration for the rapper Noize MC, writing on his album “The Greatest Hits Vol. 1” a furious review. In response, the singer released the song “Who killed Nikolai Fandeev?”, which is an obituary, and far from complimentary. It was then that Fandeev’s name was widely recognized not only by the music community. Nikolay himself, after listening to the track, gave a positive verdict. In the end, this act corresponded to the hooligan style of the journalist.

The most fierce battle ensued between Fandeev and producer Joseph Prigozhin. They clung on constantly until Prigozhin broke through. At one of Valeria’s press conferences, it came to a direct brawl. Prigozhin found the weak spot of the truth-seeker Fandeev, saying that he writes well about those who pay him. I don’t know how fair this was, but I was always surprised by Nikolai’s condescending attitude towards some artists of the same production center.

Having collected incriminating evidence against Fandeyev in the form of his printed statements, Prigozhin filed a lawsuit. The trial took a long time and was catastrophic for Fandeev. In 2010, he was ordered to pay 230,000 rubles.

After which Fandeev announced the reconciliation of the parties and apologized.

Prigozhin forgave the debt, and Nikolai’s scathing articles about “Star Factory-6” and Valeria disappeared from the network.

But in the end, the journalist’s reputation was greatly denigrated. They stopped inviting him to public events.

In my opinion, this benefited Fandeev. In 2012, he started the project “Funny Nineties” in LiveJournal - here is the beginning (https://fandeeff.livejournal.com/2012/01/), including 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!

Fandeyev's end shows how lively he was when he left.

And how he was healed.

Here is his LJ post dated January 26, 2015 - https://fandeeff.livejournal.com/1065226.html

Duplicate.

It's called "The Heart Attack Walk."

Now, I’m finally ready to tell you what happened to me in the last two weeks...

The doctor came quite quickly. She looked at me and listened. I told her about the diarrhea, nausea, and also about the pain under the sternum. And she officially made a diagnosis: intoxication, i.e. poisoning. She prescribed me the active consumption of activated carbon, and Validol with noshpa - if anything hurts. Well, if it gets worse, call an ambulance.

The intensive care unit of Hospital No. 15 is a different 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 high-security enterprise. No one is allowed here at all; it is difficult for relatives to give patients things they need in everyday life. There is no TV, no radio, no Wi-Fi. There are no mirrors anywhere. Only doctors are allowed to go to the toilet; patients, please, duck.

Telephones to patients are strictly prohibited! But nurses can. Personally, I have more than once watched nurse Yulia run into a distant nook and babble there for FORTY minutes! This is instead of taking care of the sick!!!
In the intensive care unit there are not even standard 220 V outlets; medical devices have plugs of a completely different shape. And most importantly, it is incredibly difficult for patients to be here. The patients scream loudly and a lot (as if it were a Gestapo torture chamber), so, for example, getting enough sleep is problematic.

The medical equipment here is far from silent. Beepers squeak here and there. I heard similar music somewhere by Brian Eno...

Then some doctor came and began to reproach me for the fact that I gave myself a heart attack due to the fact that I... SMOKE A LOT! For some reason, he categorically did not accept my argument that I don’t smoke at all, that I haven’t smoked a single cigarette in my life (and this is the honest truth).
And I also want to tell you about one doctor. I believe that all Russian medicine should know her name. ROMASHENKO OKSANA VLADIMIROVNA.

“Oksana Vladimirovna, tell me, is this not a mistake? You write here that I have the first blood type with positive Rhesus, but all my life I have had the third blood type.”

“We have the best equipment, so there are no mistakes,” Romashenko answered.

“Yes, but since childhood, as long as I can remember, I have always had the third blood type.”

Oksana Vladimirovna begins to wrinkle her turnip: “Perhaps your body has changed a lot lately, so your blood type has also changed.”
I then spent a long time trying to understand how such a “well-versed person in medicine” ended up becoming a CERTIFIED DOCTOR. I still don’t know the answer...

Well, okay, I think now they’ll go to bed, and I’ll finally get some sleep too! Figwam! They went to bed, but started snoring (at least three of them) so hard that the walls shook!

The next day, for some reason, I was returned to the intensive care unit. True, since there were no “loud” patients there at that moment, for the first time in six days I managed to get some sleep. Even to “Brian Eno.”
On January 22 (Thursday) I was again returned to cabin No. 438 of the cardiology department. Fortunately, even here the composition of the patients changed, as a result, very pleasant men were selected for communication (although one ratchet from the old composition still remained). And only on January 23rd I finally found myself at home again. As they say, I am now continuing 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, TAKE YOUR HEALTH AS CAREFULLY POSSIBLE! AND DON’T GET SICK!”