I Have No Style, Because

There Are Three Kinds Of Pianists: Jewish Pianists, Homosexual Pianists, And Bad Pianists.

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.

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

Everyone Goes To The Forest; Some Go For A Walk To Be Inspired, And Others Go To Cut Down The Trees.

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