"You will never have your own band in Russia. You're a non-Russian speaking American woman. It's impossible," I was told many times. Their motives were pure, and not one of negativity, when they would say this. And it was understandable because what I wanted to do had never been done before. But I had already traveled to a few countries, booking my own shows, before ever coming to Russia. So I was pretty confident in my abilities. Plus, before trying to have my own band, I was originally invited by Russian art directors to perform in their club (that's another blog). So I wasn't new to the music scene.
The curse of having no roots is the blessing for this cult survivor. Being bonded to no one or nothing at the time gave me the freedom to roam the world. I never felt at home, even in my own country. I have always felt like an outcast. An alien. A nomad. In some ways, I still do. But I digress. I have had a lifetime of surviving and adjusting. Performing with a band in Moscow is the very least difficult thing I have accomplished in my life. Most musicians said no. And I totally understood. The thought of trying to perform with a foreigner in Russia, who doesn't speak your language, doesn't sound appealing. Fortunately, I found four guys who took a chance on me. And the first gig we did together was a big corporate gig that I booked myself.
It's remembering moments like this that get me in trouble today because it makes me feel invincible, and I feel like doing the supposedly impossible. LOL> Stay Foxy.
Your Student, Teacher, and Friend
MOXIE
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