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Happy Guinness Whisky Milkshake day, or however you mark it—
A bit of my nonexistent cash flow went to this ere Vladimir Sofronitsky box (spell it any way you like, I guess)—he does so many things right, even if the recording suggests a single mike in the next room over stuffed inside a couple of sweat socks—he knows how to play the Chopin dance pieces like dance pieces without getting all Viennese-goofy about it—the Op. 53 heroic polonaise makes you have to polonaise around the living room like nobody’s business—so probably for the best there’s no longer a cat here—
