The Night Gurevich Became “Michelle”
MIRIAM PARASKEVOPOULOU
By Myriam Paraskevopoulou A dark, Doric ballerina on the stage of Gagarin 205 I began listening to Michelle Gurevich systematically only in the last month. She had already existed somewhere in my ears as a feeling: through the vintage cinematic rock air of “Here’s The Part”, a music lover’s almost a priori relationship with “Goodbye My Dictator”, and the encounter
