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A couple of years ago, Moscow music video makers shot a video sequence for a Russian artist, and not just anywhere, but in Mexico.
We needed an entourage — a bare, sultry Mexican desert. We arrived, bumped back and forth, and with the bare deserts it's a bummer: where the cacti stick out, where the ruins of the hut, where the trees. With great difficulty, we found a more or less suitable landscape, where a lone tree loomed in the background. Without further ado, we sawed down this tree, or maybe tied it to a car and pulled it, I don't remember.
We took a video, tired but satisfied, and went to our hotel in the evening. We sit there, drink, chat with the locals. And such a conversation took place: What are you doing here? Yes, we're shooting the clip. And where? Yes, straight there, then turn left and go down a couple of miles. Ah, the Valley of the Lonely Pine, we know, we know. The rest of the evening passed in silence, and in the morning we quickly left.
