Premiera - 5 may 2005
Christine has fallen ill, a major drawback. Re-schedule meetings. Performance at 22.00hrs in Art-Klub Premiera.
First half of the day is spent taking care of Christine. Decide with Gorodny that we have to call for a doctor. A couple of hours later one from the polyclinic in our area shows up. I don't understand a thing of what she's explaining. While desperately calling anybody I know that could assist in translating via the phone doesn't turn up anything, either nobody's home, or engaged all the time. She leaves me with a note for the pharmacy and I get back with a stock of pills and powders.
Then I'm off to the university area where i have to pick up AMVK's sample print. The print looks fantastic, unfortunately they've folded it up to fit in a small plastic bag. Something to remember when we're here for the real thing in september.... Passed by the Pushkin monument so many times now, but never noticed his crying face.

At six I'm off to the 'Premiera' club where i'm to meet Mityai for a rehearsal for our tonight's concert. He turns up with another buddy of his 40° band who does the mixing. We seem to get along aurally very well, and after a couple of run throughs we're ready to hit the crowd. The crowd turns out to be kinda meager, not one of the many art 'friends' I've encountered since my arrival shows up. Surprisingly a head of culture from the Primorsky Region does show up, as well as a few die-hard music fanatics. As usual, the smaller the crowd, the better the performance kicks off. Mityai merges with the electronics and my violent vocals. A steaming version of 'Rain/Reign', painful whining 'Gun' and a machine-gun 'Nazis of the Night'. A short break with 'Soft Chaos' and then we fire off a pièce de résistance of 'Tool for Extracting Ball Joints'. Flabbergasted applauze upon 'Foolish Little Girl'. A short but powerful set as an introduction to 'noise-electronics-computerpunk'.

Later on I meet an electronic music fan, who's also into ethnic music, and who masters Tibetan and Mongolian tone-singing. He challenges me into a duet, and we go for it. For five minutes we put down a stunning piece of sound with just two voices. Extremities meet.


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