Last night my mom sent me a link to a video of the late Artur Rubenstein playing Chopin. I’d loved these recordings for years but until now I’d never seen a moving picture of him making that music happen…by touching wooden keys, which engage wooden hammers, which strike metal strings. It slayed me, and sent me on an ensuing classical piano binge (listening, not playing; in fact the performative prowess on display in these videos has left me even more keenly aware of my, um, ‘instinctive’ approach to playing all instruments).

(Sent from my mobile phone.)