Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Another Ostroushko ...

...and then I'll move on again.


Notice the pace of this. This is life in flyover land. We tend to give our words space, a little extra time to pause and tell the stories that need to be told. Here the narrative is part of the song. He seems to need to tell it to get into the right mindset to play it well. It makes it that much more moving when he finally does get to the music. 
(You folks from the Twin Cities, haul your ass down to the Cedar Cultural Center once in a while. There's something going on almost every evening. Don't take it for granted, beautiful things can slip away unnoticed.)

2 comments:

Oldfool said...

What is the spell in Irish music that can make an old man weep?

Gunnar Berg said...

Yeah, and even when it's written and played by a Ukrainian from the Midwest.