Lubomyr Melnyk is a pretty odd guy, perhaps a little too in love with his self-professed genius to truly connect with, but there's no denying an master on the ivories. There's moments where his performance threatens to descends into self-indulgence, but the closing 45-minute piece "Windmills", making the utmost of his shimmering "continuous playing" style is one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard in concert.
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