Radu Lupu Went Down on a Steinway
Hammer blows. Ominous strings. A tragic, vaguely-threatening strut. (Sad, actually). Distressing drum rolls, stylishly belligerent. Radu Lupu seizes a black grand. Toes on the pedals, full beard bopping. Little woodcutter hands leaping from the keys, delicate on the upper notes. Gets him laid on a Steinway every time.