another world where i still had my palm pilot and that extra half hour. camera focuses on richter's forbidding cranium, bobbing and weaving through the hordes of sixteenth notes and accidentals with which chopin laced the page. some strange immaculateness to archelangeli's hands and shoes. zeugma something i don't care: playing the piano i lost my touch early and playing the cello i generally was too late. and here's glenn gould. inevitably (transcription of ravel's...la valse a little unconvincing for a believer.) footage of him playing bach d though he looks so rooted and organic. "nothing surprises"? now a string quartet and bartok, yesterday the magazine. i wish someone was trying to tell me something.