The compilation was put together, it seems, from just anything that was lying around at the moment. Archive copies from personal collections, secondary recordings, and the like were bought for unspeakable sums and then released without any attempt at registration. It seems there wasn't even a producer, judging by the album content and packaging, which contained many errors.
But this is still Alexander Galich. His songs, his poetry, his introductions are priceless in themselves. No matter how badly he is published, if you have a chance to hear just a few lines, all your attempts to listen have not been in vain. Perhaps even the cracking and hissing over the magnetic tape will bring you back to the old kitchens of the 1960's and the 1970's.
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18 октября 1918