Raised by wolves in the tundra of Siberia, I eventually found my way to Louisiana, where I was taken in by a kindly band of Cajun gypsies. From them I learned the art of picking pockets and playing music. Taking up the latter as a career (knowing I could always fall back on the former), I studied music at the Julliard Conservatory. It was there where I met the man I would eventually not marry. And many like him. I took my degree (and the rest of my belongings) to New New York where I taught music and learned that logical questions are considered insubordination. Eventually I was able to escape that brutal regime, and create my own music in the Big Apple.