

StylesBach is the beauty of a well-oiled machine. A perfect system. The music is clean and metallic, operating at a smooth speed with no pauses until the task is finished. It is frightening in its speed, but comforting in its constancy. The music must be learned so thoroughly that you can forget all about it. The fingers must be able to play independently of the brain. Playing Bach is like meditating, the mind is clear of everything, and the hands play on.Styles
Satie is the beauty of an abstract painting. Discordant to the point of jarring, always turning this way and that, never the way youd expect. Each unfamiliar note is like a fla


Piano ManHm, yeah, well Im, hm, Im a piano man, thats right. This was how he replied when I asked him what his name was. I dont think he remembered his real name; age and Alzheimers had washed that away. He knew himself as Piano Man and that was his name. Id ask him why he was a piano man, and hed frown sadly, saying Well, hm, see, I used to play piano, hm, long time ago, yeah. Why dont you play us something, Piano Man? Hed shake his head and reply Cant do that, no, hm, havent got a piano, no, cant do thPiano Man
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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im new.
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Remember, remember the fifth of November
V for Vendetta
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For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
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Do yourself a favour, listen to some classical music.
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For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
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