Yesterday a very special event took place at my place: A close-up of how much the piano was loved by Bartok, Mozart, and Gershwin; and is loved – very much in the present and presence – by myself and those who were here to participate. They all commented on the experience of closeness: how much they feel it, how deeply it changes their involvement in the music and in one another. It was a very special afternoon. I wish you could have been here. Look up www.groupmuse.com. They sponsored the event: they set up all kinds of in-house music making all over the country. A great idea.
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