Others, tiring of the sound of Buxtehude and Bach for hours on end, would complain there was no tune. That was exactly the thing he liked best about a fugue, the fact that it could not be sung. A fugue was not singular, as a melody was, but plural. It was a conversation.

To wake up one day and be Steinway and Glen in One... Glen Steinway, Steinway Glen, all for Bach.