The “ДУШУ НАРУЖУ” show happened, and honestly, it still feels unreal. Three weeks of preparation condensed into one evening that changed how I think about performing solo.
The venue chose us as much as we chose it. Walking into that space, you immediately understand why certain songs need intimate rooms to breathe properly. No band, no instruments – just voice, backing tracks, and shared energy.
What surprised me was how stripped-down performance creates different intimacy. Without musicians to hide behind, every vocal choice becomes magnified. The audience hears everything – breath control, emotional shifts, the way silence shapes each song. It’s vulnerable in the most direct way possible.
Solo performance demands different skills. You’re conductor and performer simultaneously, reading the room’s energy while staying connected to the music. The backing tracks provide foundation, but the live vocal becomes the only variable element, the only thing that makes each show unique.
The audience wasn’t passive. In a room that size, everyone becomes part of the performance whether they realize it or not. Their breathing, their subtle movements, their attention – it all feeds back into what’s happening. There’s nowhere to hide, which makes everything more honest.
What solo shows lack in instrumental spontaneity, they gain in vocal freedom. Different inflections, extended phrases, moments where you can let the emotion stretch beyond the recorded version. These choices shape how the songs actually live in the world.
The energy built gradually. What started as quiet focus evolved into something electric. You could see the moment when people stopped being observers and became participants in something unrepeatable. That transformation never gets old.
By the end, the room felt different than when we’d entered. Smaller somehow, but also infinite. Music does that when it works – reshapes the space and everyone in it.
Some performances stick with you long after the last note. This was one of those nights.
The video exists, but it can’t capture the weight of shared silence or the way certain lyrics hit differently when delivered to real faces instead of microphones.
— Indie pop artist, musician Anastasia Ledovskaya