Perfection Itself Is Imperfection.

If You Want Me To Play Only The Notes Without Any Specific Dynamics, I Will Never Make One Mistake.

Your Mind Must Control, But You Must Have Heart . . . . Give Your Feeling Free.

Perfection Itself Is Imperfection.

Everyone Goes To The Forest; Some Go For A Walk To Be Inspired, And Others Go To Cut Down The Trees.

Played Percussively, The Piano Is A Bore. If I Go To A Concert And Someone Plays Like That I Have Two Choices: Go Home Or Go To Sleep. The Goal Is To Make The Piano Sing, Sing, Sing.