Is it a concert? Is it a performance (what does that even mean)? Is it a question, a need, an outlet? I don't have a story for you. Or a vision, narrative, or right to exist. I give voice to what's boiling inside, I scream for inequality, I sing for your understanding, I dance to make you move, to make you feel what I feel. I want to take you on a journey where everything is, exists, begets, explains. I'm not going to tell you what to think. That's not my job. I am not the mailman, or the prosecutor, or the judge, or the lawyer. I'm a bombastic, rip-off, feel-good, danceable moment. Do you come?

credits// CONCEPT & MUSIC Georgy Chtchevaev