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Rachmaninoff Plays Rachmaninoff

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uqZhnqHMAg The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box. Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt only to be dialed up through brass lungs. The combo is quaintly upholstered, a classic sports car driven by Disney. Outmoded refrains gurgle. We see the obsolete road ahead, feel the bumps, the lack of shock absorbers. The third piano concerto, the romance of the exile. 1940 is pulled from under its Perspex lid, served up as fresh Prosciutto di Parma consumed in a diner long derailed. The mind warps eras, Michelangelo has gone Hollywood, the 'Creation' sketched on a paper napkin. Last notes. Hands too large for tuxedoed minds, stamp like rhapsodic elephants. Percussive fingers slam-dunk ivory tusked themes, Russian bells quake California. Rolling vespers outgrowing each decade, times now locked in a recovery CD millimeters thin. ~~~ https://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2010/10/sergei-rachmaninoff-car-guy-aero-investor/

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