I've seen this guy here and there on the web. As far as I can divine, He's Alexander Hrustevich (Александр Хрустевич ), and he's from the Ukraine.
I'm no expert, as I can't play any musical instrument, and my singing is best kept in the bathroom, where at least I am appreciative, but looking around the interwebnet, the real musicians out there, the classically trained folk, the orchestral folk, and the soloists, there seems to be a consensus that what this lad is doing is exceptionally talented.
When I lived in Finland, I worked with a guy who had studied the piano-accordion, in Moscow, he was pretty good, but nowhere near this.
Don't let the tacky background fool you, this is not a schoolkid type performance.
If you want to hear more, youtube has quite a few other pieces.
I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Well well well would you believe it? John spoke about working in someones pottery a few times. What a small world! The best shop manager you could ever hope to work for he was.
ReplyDeleteI haven't spoken to him in a while but we occaisionally swap emails every now and again.
Blooming scallies! Swines! I don't miss them.
h
holy shite... i got chills, really i did.
ReplyDelete