I Have No Style, Because

Perfection Itself Is Imperfection.

I Have No Style, Because I Change Each Time . . . Each Day I Play Differently. Today I Play Differently Than Yesterday.

If You Want Me To Play Only The Notes Without Any Specific Dynamics, I Will Never Make One Mistake.

Your Mind Must Control, But You Must Have Heart . . . . Give Your Feeling Free.

Played Percussively, The Piano Is A Bore. If I Go To A Concert And Someone Plays Like That I Have Two Choices: Go Home Or Go To Sleep. The Goal Is To Make The Piano Sing, Sing, Sing.