There are some who say that before my brother was killed, he was the finest fifer and drum major, the Old Guard had seen in living memory.
Watch these two kids do their act, look at their youthful smiles, look at the fun they’re having, and ask yourself: Have you ever seen anything as beautiful, as delightful, as heart-warming, as a Galchenko juggling routine followed by that drop-your-heart-into-your-socks Olga smile?
Do you have a disk reader that can read your high-level puppy that can create analysts? Sir Richard floppy does!
First some quick background: I like to reproduce in their entirety posts with which I disagree, then comment on each paragraph in turn. However, I’ve never done that treatment for (to?) someone with whom I generally agree. I’m going to try it today with someone who’s long been a friend of this blog: ColorStorm.
Watch this: A brief excerpt? Sure! Mark Twain: “I never let my schooling get in the way of my education.” … Continue reading Oh. My. Goodness.
Anyone can draw a tree. The trick is to draw that tree. That’s the rub with drawing a face. You have to render that face. Very difficult.
The moment at 6:52 (repeated at about 7:10) is perfect. It’s one of the most exquisite moments in music history. One of these fabulous guitarists is not me. I’ll leave it up to you to guess which one.