Vienna, 1762. A five-year-old lad from Salzburg wearing more lace than Grandma’s dining room table sits down at the clavier. After his father blindfolds him, he begins to play the musical equivalent of Michael Jordan switching hands mid-layup in Game 2 of the 1991 NBA Finals: the merging of technical and aesthetic brilliance. What would it have been like to be in that chamber? Or better yet, to see the pre-kindergartner do a PowerPoint presentation on hammer velocity in legato and staccato key strikes? What if afterward you could ask him questions, which he could answer in English? That’s more or less what... More >>>