#Statement: I’m sitting down at a public piano in East Quad. An old piano professor of mine, when I was first learning this piece five years ago, once mentioned that “Sarabande” from Pour le Piano was actually Debussy’s favorite composition, more so than “Clair de lune” or “Rêverie.” I agree: I think it’s his most intimate piece, and whenever I am playing it I feel like I am having a conversation with the piano instead of a proper performance, with listeners almost unnecessary. Performing quiet works like this are deceptively difficult, as the intense legato the piece seeks throughout requires the utmost finesse within each fingertip; a mistake made here rings out, bare, whereas similar errors in faster, busier compositions become disguised under its frenzy. But wait, here comes one of my favorite parts. Pay mind to how the murmuring D# on the second beat approaching rises into a pleasant E. That right there is the soul of Western music. Let me elaborate further: come take a littl...