What I Say

It's 8:30pm and this is the first time today I've had a minute to myself to write.

Fuck.

I've got nothing to say.







ok, all is not fucking lost. In an effort to chill out I finally heard the L. Fleischer (sp?) with the Cleveland Symphony performing Brahms Piano Concerto Numero Uno and it was impressive.

I don't know much about Brahms but I do know I find Number Two more relaxing than Number One.

Just like in the toilet.

Sorry.

Here's the famous Van Cliburn (or just 'CLIBURN' as the die hards called him)...

...here is the famous Van Cliburn performance of Number 2 circa 1962 somewhere in the Soviet Union.

I think Khrushchev was banging his shoe on the piano by the end of this gig.

Nice.

Khrushchev: "We will break you!"
Van Cliburn: "I don't know nothin' about that but your gonna break my piano ya fat fuck."
Khrushchev: "Rrrrraurrrrgh!"
Van Cliburn: "By the way, Lawrence Tierney called. He wants his face back."

I'm pretty sure that in addition to being a famous American pianist, Van Cliburn was also a time-traveling, semi-obscure, reference making wise ass.

At least that's what I say.