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A work of art?

Following on from Henry's interpretation of Liszt's Années de Pèlerinage - as previously seen on this blog - Ezra joins him for a little duet.

Aside from Ezra's masterful tinkling of the ivories, Henry showcases here a fine tenor. In fact, I dare say that he has inherited his mother's fine signing voice...

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yamini said…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EZRA!!!!!

May God Bless You With Many More Happy Returns Of This Day and May You Grow To Be An Absolutely Handsome, Honest, Intelligent And Gorgeous Man!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, remember, he still has six days to go.
yamini said…
Actually I was so excited that I couldnt wait for another six days :-)

I mixed up the dates, I guess. I will wish him again on 19th.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, AND he came three weeks early.
yamini said…
I am all confused now :-(
Roddy said…
You shouldn't interrupt a child prodigy while they are giving an impromptu concert.
Although I believe I know the melody Henry is singing, the words are eluding me. Perhaps a more sensitive microphone might pick up the words.
I take it that Ezra was standing. You will have to teach him to sit if he is to become a true concert pianist.
Hugs to them both.
yamini said…
Couldnt catch the video in the morning. Just saw it and it is hillarious, although too short :-(

22 seconds dnt do justice to such great performances from the Maestro duo!!

Ezra is keeping up with big bro (although he doesnt give up the chance to grab the camera as well)even as Henry has thrown all caution to wind :-)) and is singing to his heart's content.

Luv to both of them.
Priyanka Khot said…
aweee... they are so talented... u are sitting on a gold mine... heheheh

bring them to India.. we are big on exploiting the talent of young kids!
Frank said…
there once was a man with a tongue of wood who essayed to sing. But in truth the singing was lamentable, There was one man who knew what it was the man wished to sing, With that, the singer was content,

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