Imagine you have travelled far. Meeting people across the world.
You may have heard Gerhardt playing music in the background. In Moscow, Russia. In Dom Literatov, singing a duet with butler Roman. Playing piano in the room where Tsjechov ate his meals. Havana, Cuba. Getting conga lessons from the percussionist out of the Buena Vista Social Club. In Lisbon, Portugal, on the streets in the cutting sun at noon with Frank. Singing songs from the Beatles and The Box Tops.

In Helsinki, Finland, with Aki in a car on the road towards gigs. Jammin’ with drunken reindeer hunters in Lapland. Conducting music for puppet-theatre in Turku. You could have seen him performing gentle songs for beautiful people in a tiny theatre in Gent, Belgium. Heard him sing during a supermarket tour or playing in the streets of Den Bosch and Utrecht, Holland. With the last rays of a setting sun stroking the faces on the terraces.