Igor

I've been writing about a young man I knew 50 years ago.

He's not a young man now; neither am I young.  He's my age (66).

You can listen to him play:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx8D5kXpl08  for a favorite
or



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmbyIJXAzhc  for something more recent (May 2018)


When I knew him, he was already a musical phenom.  We lived in Sacramento and already when we were in high school, he was traveling (by bus) to San Francisco every week to study piano with a teacher there; there was nobody suitable in Sacramento to teach him.  That's how I remember it anyway.

But he's still playing beautiful music, I enjoy listening to it on youtube.  We were companions in high school.  We spent a lot of time together.  In fact when I look at the videos, the part I really recognize and connect with are his hands playing the piano.  That looks so familiar, I'm there, that was Igor.  I watched him play a lot.  I was often the page turner.  I get a powerful feeling now watching his hands play the piano.

I don't intend to get in touch with him.  But I'm so thankful that he's still playing and performing.