Radu Lupu Went Down on a Steinway
Hammer blows, ominous strings. A half-tragic, vaguely threatening (sad, actually) strut to the top. Drum roll. 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.