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@hymnen is fickle. Actually, no, I take this opportunity to clarify (and who cares, one might say) that I thought it was a review written by a fake and provocative. The world of debaser holds surprises, doesn't it? The sharp responses made me change my mind. Have a great weekend, Mr. H.

stupidgirl is to music what binetti is to the left.

For the beautiful life he leads, Rock-Globe-trotter Jurix. Ah, la jeunesse dorée... the money in the bank remains while the youthful energy fades...

From a professional standpoint, one can understand the annoyance over the liberties taken by ABM, and if you are a "devotee" of Debussy, it might even feel like a violation of majesty. However, I would have expected a more curious attitude towards what happened (a muddle created by a musician who usually practices simplicity): to what extent can an interpreter—not a mechanical performer—push the limits regarding the composer's dictates? Because it's clear that composers need interpreters, even those who have not penned a single note of their own on the staff. Moreover, ABM has dedicated a significant part of his life to Debussy: as far as I know, ABM Plays Debussy interprets the scores correctly, or not? This intrigues me, being an "amateur" listener, but I can already say that even if ABM were to "betray" in the Deustche Grammophon records, I wouldn't discard him for that (still, I would never worship him like a god). I rate the pianist's career, the review is already rated.

Arturo, Arturo and Cover Curators, it can't be done! You and some of your pianist colleagues, screw yourselves!

I still don't believe this album exists. It must have been a bad disco dream.

The absolute modernity of the review is crap.

Light on rock at every latitude.

A haunting scenario is the listener who tortures/imprisons the artist who has disappointed them. I foresee future demands for warehouses.

Grandfather Davis not only had Pascoal by his side in Live/Evil, but he also contributed a good number of tracks. I accept the invitation of Mr. Macaco, a fine reviewer.