was maybe soloist with Three Dog Night? sideman with Cootie WIlliams? Dogs, you say..

This Must Be It seems harmless enough to sensitive ears; why with a bit of MDMA and maybe a soupçon of decent Armagnac.. why not?

Now, She's So [? ... beauteously-unaware?] gets you some '65 scenes directed by Roman Polanski, if the audio isn't sufficiently stirring;
otoh.. What Else Is There? promises a dollop of Existential angst, but provides nothing more baleful than perhaps a pedestrian situation
..of mismatched chemistry + disappointment, as the lady complains, 'he' could not See her.

Anyway, fortunately all done on a recognizably well-tempered chromatic scale and, blessedly with no SHOUTING or fuzz-boxed antics
--why, their stuff seems to be actually listen-able! even by such as moi.

OTOH .. just today arrived some new Sergei Nakariakov masterworks: he just keeps growing-Better and I fervently Hope that he shall not take up motorcycles.
Or otherwise risk a premature end to such a massive Talent.
His head does seem screwed-on sufficiently as to eschew routine stupid-stuff. But I worry, because I See That which he is ... becoming. Lucky us; but especially, >Me<

Echoes from the Past features *transcriptions of a Hummel bassoon cto, a Mozart (ditto) and an utterly Amazing performance of a Saint-Saëns cello concerto
(this one on his unique Courtois 4-valve Flugelhorn.) Familiar works/tunes to most classical listeners. Sergei IS the Paganini or Kreisler of the trumpet, as dubbed.
His tone (and intonation) is, simply: the epitome of the word, mellifluous, yes that 'mel' IS 'honey'.

So, had I acquired the aforementioned chemical catalyst--these are what I'd be inhaling--not-to-waste this special substance, you see..


* done superbly by his Pater, Mikhail.

Ta [Da!]