December 14, 2011 by galudwig
A sigh. The melody is beautiful from the beginning, but every time it is repeated, it is more chilling, more touching, more heartbreakingly melancholic.
Liszt. The original rock star. Women fainted when he played. All pianists want to be him.
I remember reading that a woman once collected one of his used cigar butts and, even though it smelled horribly, wore it everywhere she went in a diamond necklace. Now that was one dedicated piano-lover.