So Omar Sharif died on Friday. Which brings me to a little anecdote if you’ll indulge me – A while back I was approached by a Soviet emigre to do Russian Chanson music project. It’s a folk form that goes back to the White Russian to Bolshevik transition period, spread primarily by prisoners and ex cons from the burgeoning gulags. The original pieces deal with the fall from lofty position, struggle in the face of change, near certainty of a grievous fate, and an intense longing for a past that seems so far away it may not have existed. The only course left for the protagonist is constancy of passion.

Your Honour, Lady Farewell,
You and I are longtime friends, that’s how it goes.
Wait, don’t tear the letter in the envelope.
I’m unlucky in death, will be lucky in love.

Your Honour, Lady Luck,
To some you are kind, to some otherwise.
Wait, don’t call for the 9 grams* into the heart.
I’m unlucky in death, will be lucky in love.

Your Honour, Lady Foreign Land,
You embraced me tightly, but didn’t love.
Wait, don’t trap me in your caressing net.
I’m unlucky in death, will be lucky in love.

Your Honour, Lady Victory,
I guess my song isn’t over yet†.
Stop, you devils, swearing oaths of blood!
I’m unlucky in death, will be lucky in love.

Lyrics from here.
*: A bullet.
†: Russian idiom meaning “my number isn’t up yet”.

Anyway, I’ll be debuting Russian Roulette Band at the Elliot Street Pub on July 24.

Get well soon Grilli, great game Wisler, and RIP Dr Zhivago.