a piano . playfully plagiarized . and to a purest point . of rapidly rhythmic interference . of a most sordidly expressive kind. these ivory keys . begging to be . kissed and released by a person’s next dash of creative delight.. and waiting with a bated breath . his audience will sit . both typically beleaguered and equally i-n-t-r-i-g-u-e-d!

it does indeed scream inside of their blue-collar minds . for this master of eager instrumentation to play his last sonata . with their pulses pressed imaginatively against . the guts of something vocally perplexing .