These descriptions are based on hearsay.
There was a picture on the wall of the kitchen, of monkeys sitting around a table loaded with food.
I played a wrong note. Actually, I think it was like 10 or maybe even 15 wrong notes and to be honest I'm not entirely sure where they were.
The journey of the performance becomes novelistic. It takes on an inevitability and an inner life that is all-consuming...
There are multiple windows, and there is a mirror...
“…let him assimilate whatever he finds highest…so that he can use it…fervently, transcendentally, inevitably, furiously” -Essays before a Sonata, Charles Ives