In the fall of 2017 honoring 125 anniversary of my beloved poetess I’ve prepared one-woman show of one hour. There are 19 poems of MarinaTzvetaeva and 7 songs by her texts, total of 26 of her well and little known creations. The show was presented at Haifa, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv and Saint Petersburg. I was accompanied by a splendid jazz pianist Valery Korotkov with his piano.

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6 years in Israel. "Light Hand" and poetry.

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A little about everything.
Before we start talking about the album itself I'll tell a few things about my personal musical preferences. In contradiction to the common “rock with the mother milk” I have no classical rock education at all. I'm a musical orphan, raised on soviet stage performances and “best Italian songs”. Well, a little Beatles, and that's all – in our family there were no true music fans. This state of anti-musical decency was spoiled by the fact that I loved to sing. In my childhood I was trying to sing everything. Squeaking with Anna German (1), growling with Vladimir Vysotsky (2) (my mother was ridiculing me and laughing on me terribly, but after acquiring of some skills of “drive vocals”, I'm the one who laughs now, and, hopefully, I'm the last), singing in unison, in octave distance, singing on Martian language, when I didn't understand English, and so on. They didn't send me to learn how to sing. I don't want to complain, but boys-guitarists with almost flawless skills when they're only twenty and jazz singing girls with an exquisite ear for music at eighteen make me trembling in rage and desiring to kill. Just take it into account. You're warned.