a piano . playfully plagiarized . and to a purest point . of rapidly rhythmic interference . of a most sordidly expressive kind. these ivory keys . beg to be . kissed by a person’s next dash of creative delight.. and mentally waiting with a bated breath . his audience will sit . typically beleaguered and equally i-n-t-r-i-g-u-e-d! it screams inside of their blue-collar minds . for this master of eager instrumental magnificence . to play his last laugh with their pulses pressed imaginatively against: the guts of his vocally perplexing symphony of Sonata .