Back in 1990, when I was working in the sheet music department at Foyles on Charing Cross Road, in walks Murray and I had the pleasure of flogging him a shitload of Chopin. At the time he was more noted for his Mozart interpretations...
Someone dear to me passed away listening to Bach.
This particular album would be a top pick for a certain unfortunate predicament: desert island, rapid global warming...
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