I am going to play all the piano music there is to offer. I’m going to play it for you in my living room and you will feel something for the first time in your life.
I will show you France, Germany, Russia, Spain. Then I will show you the flavor of each country. Then I will show you my bedroom, then I will show you what it’s like to dream for the first time.
I am here to show you things you’ve felt your whole life but never could explain. I’m going to show you why the little children rebelled against kings and queens and were left with nothing but sticks and bones.
I will fill you up with art and melodies. Oh I am come of age. I will show you prayer. I will show you soul. I will show you faith.
I’m not going to play any American pieces. Not one American composer has made anything valuable. The only thing good come out of this pallid country is when white men try to publish music they heard in an illegal jazz club on a clandestine outing to visit the real soul of this country.
It’s been 200 years, but culture has yet to emerge in this tepid land.
Let me educate you on the blood that courses through my DNA. Let me educate you and let you partake of the voices that I hear at night. The voices shout about diligence first, then about passion, then about diligence, then about passion. They shout freedom in 50 tongues.