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Génie oblige!

Henry and I were doing our usual Saturday morning playgroup thing, and after a spot in the sandpit and a little splashing in some buckets full of water, I challenged him to a little duel. Essentially, we had a Liszt off.

If you're not familiar with the term, it involves a little competitive tournament whereby willing contestants demand their opponents deliver their own interpretation of the work of the great Franz Liszt.

Obviously, Henry and I are great fans for Herr Liszt, and often throw witty little Lisztisms (as we like to call them) back and forth when we're shooting the breeze. Yet it is the Liszt off that really counts.

With the sort of temerity that renders most of my chess games brief, I threw Transcendental Etude No.5 ("Feux follets") at the recently turned two year old, figuring that his short wing span and much smaller fingers would render any comeback over before it began.

How wrong I was. Bravely, he announced that it was his intention (the audacity) to play in full Années de Pèlerinage; yes, Suisse, Italie AND Année. To my astonishment, he took a brave detour into honkey tonk territory during Après une Lecture de Dante: Fantasia Quasi Sonata. Grown men were reduced to tears at the sheer nobilty of his playing. His half pike (with twist) off the stool after completion merely added to my embarrassment.

In the following video, you can see him add his own little flourish to the intro of Marche Funèbre. Enjoy!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I'll pay that, it was actually quite impressive.
USelaine said…
It's, it's, it's those well placed pauses where he does a "take" to the camera... seriously! He instinctively understands pacing! If you are as related to him as you say you are, you probably have the chops for TV too. Start the production, man.
Sue said…
Bravo, Henry! Encore!

At times he reminds me of Vladimir Horowitz playing Liszt or Schubert...c'est magnifique!
Dina said…
This is the best music video I've seen in years!
A whole new meaning to PLAY group.
Play on, Henry!!
-K- said…
My favorite part was from 0:39 to 0:45. "Very dramatic" is right.
Jill said…
Well, he is quite adorable and a real showman. I loved watching his videos!
yournotalone said…
Not bad at all. I almost enjoyed it :D:D:D Just kidding:)
yamini said…
Henry has the true makings of a star and Kris, I now agree with each one of your statements about him being a lady-killer. However, more than that, he plays with such flourish that i wasn't actually paying any attention to the music at all, just his gestures were hillarious and impressive at the same time. Play on Henry, i am listening......
Neva said…
Ok...waiting for your turn.....nice.
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, the entire thing went for much longer, with full flourish right way through.

USelaine, he has the ‘it’ factor.

Sue, I’m thinking of taking him on tours.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he does shows every Saturday at 10!

-K-, I do like how he keeps an eye on his audience too.

Jill, I should be taking a commission!
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, I will admit that the piano needs a bit of a tune. He does have a touch of the Cage about him though, or maybe John Zorn...

Yamini, here’s hoping he can look after me in my old age.

Neva, mine, while technically spot-on, lack the flourish of young Henry’s. I am Salieri to his Mozart.
Cute! He looks like an incipient master, very adorable.
I like the changes in speed and tone! :-D
"I am Salieri to his Mozart." LOL!
Anonymous said…
That was quite, quite brilliant.
Kris McCracken said…
Mary and Jackie, he is a star, of that there can be absolutly no doubt!
Priyanka Khot said…
I have played the video for all the guests who came visiting to my place for Diwali... there were lights, colours and the music for the evening was outsourced all the way from Hobart.

Thanks to the mystro and to his Dad for adding to the festivities...

Happy Diwali from Delhi.

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