Three Pianists and a Prodigy

Michel Legrand, †26 January 2019
André Previn, †28 February 2019
Keith Flint, †4 March 2019
Jacques Loussier, †5 March 2019

Heck, they're all going.

In the realms of imagination and belief, things can be incoherent, contradictory. Like the divine trinity, things can be both one thing and three things. (Don't cite my theology, it's not my field.)

In some celestial space, at the piano that is three pianos and yet one piano, André Previn, Jacques Loussier and Michel Legrand are having a heck of a session.

I'm not sure what the chap from The Prodigy makes of it. He probably sees one piano as three every day. This might all be in his head.

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