Wanderlust/ Wonderlust

Let me out, Let me be gone...

I have to admit, the past few days I have been feeling a sort of exquisite bliss. Monday, I found out that Gogol Bordello, my favorite band playing at the moment, was going to be playing a concert in Moscow Tuesday night. I knew this was fate. If it is possible to go back to my first entry in this blog, I wrote about being “consumed by wanderlust.” This was in reference to a song by Gogol B, called Wonderlust King, which just so happens to be a large piece of my inspiration for travel, especially to Russia. How fitting is it for me to have started with Gogol B. and to have ended with Gogol B.? (Although I am not so sure this is the end) The concert was an absolute fantastic experience, which is just impossible for me to express in writing. I pretty much danced away all the troubles from the semester. I danced everything away, my stress, my fear, everything that has caused setbacks.  I didn’t realize what all I had put my body through until it was over. I am still in a lot of pain. Several bruises taken, included one fabulous hit to the face! Absolutely worth it for Gogol B! I also should mention, that their music means a lot to me, not only for the inspiration, as previously mentioned, but also because of what their music and they represent. As a multicultural, or multiethnic person, I have never felt at home in one culture or another. I have either felt largely rejected by cultures, or not able to fit, for one reason or another. Gogol B. is just that. As I am a woman really without a culture, other than the obvious “American” I suppose because by default I speak American English and have some mannerisms that are largely in general associated with being American, I am myself. That’s just it. Not white, not black, just me. Gogol B. refuses any particular category of ethnic anything. They are a mix and have stated that they are just themselves. No more no less. I love that concept and I feel at home in their music. So this could be my last entry in Russia, although I hope I can write before I depart. I only have 10 days left; a happy almost “end” to this particular journey. I will absolutely return a new woman- a “gypsy punk” as it may. I have exams next week and then “graduation” from the program. Hurray! I made it! Here are the photos from the concert. I hope I can upload the videos. If not, then in two weeks check back.  Until the next entry,

“I’m a wonderlust king

I stay on the run

Let me out

Let me be gone

In the world’s beat up road sign

I saw new history of a time…”