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after the großartig composers... there can only be                     the great pianists... you can do all you want appreciating someone like    joe satriani:              but a guitar can never become a piano:    none of that hushes suspense of a piano soloist...   even a violin requires back-up (akin to schindler's list main theme)...            but... piano...                  schumann,                 satie,               debussy,                  chopin,                     liszt...                   schubert...           campanella's    reinterpretation of wagner... a piano can stand alone,         and doesn't even, remotely,   require the harangue of an orchestra (listen 'ere, you uneducated swine - sort of scenario)...      no opera...             but piano: like... listening to the uniformity of rain drops   falling onto a tin roof... mind you: i have to return to the slaughterhouse music of modernity    with its heavy influence on stressing rhythm, drum... as much as i do enjoy the aloofness,    the ivory tower music...    i have to come down to the horse-hooves and buckles     of THUMP... THUMP... as much as i appreciate it... i can't be sat next to these porcelain             aenemics for long... from on high, to from down below...        i need the current music of the slaughterhouse. - but only a piano can pierce the silence... and relieve something akin to the royal albert concern hall... with an unanimous revelation of... that trembling before the satiated sound of: a sigh; as if to confirm: yes... you are alive.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
the only instrument that can actually be staged solo
after the großartig composers... there can only be                     the great pianists... you can do all you want appreciating someone like    joe satriani:              but a guitar can never become a piano:    none of that hushes suspense of a piano soloist...   even a violin requires back-up (akin to schindler's list main theme)...            but... piano...                  schumann,                 satie,               debussy,                  chopin,                     liszt...                   schubert...           campanella's    reinterpretation of wagner... a piano can stand alone,         and doesn't even, remotely,   require the harangue of an orchestra (listen 'ere, you uneducated swine - sort of scenario)...      no opera...             but piano: like... listening to the uniformity of rain drops   falling onto a tin roof... mind you: i have to return to the slaughterhouse music of modernity    with its heavy influence on stressing rhythm, drum... as much as i do enjoy the aloofness,    the ivory tower music...    i have to come down to the horse-hooves and buckles     of THUMP... THUMP... as much as i appreciate it... i can't be sat next to these porcelain             aenemics for long... from on high, to from down below...        i need the current music of the slaughterhouse. - but only a piano can pierce the silence... and relieve something akin to the royal albert concern hall... with an unanimous revelation of... that trembling before the satiated sound of: a sigh; as if to confirm: yes... you are alive.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
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