I got a free ticket to a concert at the Oakland Paramount theatre in California, years ago. They introduced a pianist who had been exiled to Siberia (If I remember correctly) and hadn't seen a piano in over twenty years... I don't know what I was expecting. Perhaps a gnarled, weather-beaten, brow-beaten, long-suffering musician, who would totter on stage and give a feeble, but praiseworthy performance. But instead, this small roundish woman lithely strode unto the stage. She gave the most powerful, passionate, thunderous rendering of Brahms and Beethoven I have ever heard or since. Whenever I think of true musicianship and its connection to the depth of the human spirit, I remember her dazzling music that night, with humility and awe.