Bach on a bike

Most musicians are certifiable, at least the ones I know, like the chord violist in our pickup fiddle dance band who doesn’t speak much English (I think he’s Japanese), plays the thing sideways and has a bow with black hair.

But this fellow, who lives in South Lowestoft in Suffolk, England is barking mad. Yet, somehow, he pulls it off, slaloming between light poles and park benches with, seemingly, nary a care for aught but his intonation and rhythm.

Warning, not for heart patients.