I love George Gershwin's "Summertime". It's a song that haunts me, especially in winter, when I'm feeling "blue", and I find myself trying to whistle it at unexpected moments around here, and trying variations on it. But my favorite pianist is Carmen Cavallaro. He didn't make a habit of pounding on things. He tenderly caressed the keyboard and coaxed wonderful music from it.
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