Victor, Moscow
The night I played Moscow
I remember rolling into Moscow in December of 1995. It was cold as hell and the first Russian I met was Victor. He smelled like fish, vodka & cigarettes. I thought this is strange. Two days later so did I. (You can see what we ate...beer, Vodka, Salmon and Marlboro Reds...I even had to brush my teeth in vodka because it was so much more available than bottled water.) This guy was an absolute hoot and we had some of the best times. You wouldn't believe the way these guys do business. Each meeting is begun with a shot of vodka to toast your friendship and then a shot of vodka to toast your business...meet while you drink coffee and then reverse the process. No wonder these guys don't get much done. Be that as it may, we hung around Moscow for over 3 weeks just working our buts off...but managing to have a good time. On the last night, they said the wanted to take me to a bar where I might meet some Americans. We walked in this place called of all things, the Armadillo. A tex-mex Bar in Moscow? Who cared? Not ME! There was a latino behind the bar and I was so glad to hear any other language other than Russian. Drinks are on me guys! I ordered "tres tequilas y tres cerveças" and we began to get sloppy at the end of the night I jumped up on the stage with this Russian blues band, told them I was from MS where the Delta Blues started and BLEW! We had a blast. At the end of the set, I'll never forget this...I shouted "Good night Moscow" and we stumbled into the streets.
Unforgettable, thanks Victor.
dasvidania!
ctermoop
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