Moscow? Fresno? Hmmmm...

It now seems that the trip to Moscow will not happen. The invitation to play seems to have been on the level, but the logistics of putting a band together for little pay besides expenses, on short notice, for a l-o-n-g journey into Deep Winter, may have proven insurmountable. Or, put another way, The Great Plotnik has the tropics on his mind. He has not been looking favorably upon schlepping for two days on several airplanes to freeze his ass off in the snow without at least coming home with some cash in his pocket.

Still, he would do it in a heartbeat if he and his partner had a little more time to line up some other gigs somewhere else on the other side of the world. So they have suggested to the Moscow-niks that they invite the band again to play in the summer. Now, THAT would that be cool, and it might be possible to find work in Poland, in Ukraine, in Lithuania, in Bulgaria, maybe even in Paris.

Don't think The Great Traveler hasn't asked himself if he would have jumped harder at this opportunity when he was 21? Don't think it was a cheerful realization that he feels relieved...say 30% sorry and 70% relieved. But there is still hope. He doesn't wish he were playing shuffleboard on the Queen Mary. He and Ducknik have not reserved a Winnebago to go visit the Fresno Raisin Museum.