It seems that every generation has its wunderkind in various areas of endeavor. This generation of trumpet players has Sergei Nakariakov. He is truly the Vladimir Horowitz, Jascha Heifitz, or Art Tatum of the trumpet and flugelhorn. Unlike many technical phenoms, Nakariakov carries off his musical alchemy with the warmth of a cashmere blanket, and the sincerity of a country physician. His sound is as sweet as a bride saying "I do." There is no room for improvement, or criticism. He is the Malcolm McNabb of his generation.