I've just returned from the craziest show: It did Baba Zula in the house of literature, and that too with free admission. I knew vaguely that it would be, what Steam, but that I had certainly not yet calculated.
Youtube is not just the overall impression. Imagine the whole twice as loud and as wild before: Musical quasi Mongol invasion. Wow.
Shortly after the 'income during this number I felt like striking at the beginning of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy", remembers where did the grumpy foreman at the breakpoint of Arthur's house always enigmatic desert steppe visions, because, without it to know, is a descendant of Genghis Khan. Wow, tonight I'm pretty been reminded of my wild nomadic genes.
