Ivan Abramov chooses not to laugh through tears, but to ironize tiredly over the noise of life. His concerts are a painstaking wandering between family anxieties, the absurdity of the news and the eternal teenage crisis that somehow does not disappear with age.
Instead of loud manifestos, it's honest amazement at how childhood memories, music schools and banal trips to the urologist intertwine in the larger chaos of adult life. Abramov does not pretend to be a sage: he observes this circus from the sidelines, not taking the risk of turning anecdotes from everyday life into the truth of last resort.
The main idea is simple - none of us has truly grown up, and even love becomes a question, not an answer. So, if you want to see a familiar weariness mixed with self-irony and light cynicism, Abramov is at your service.
