Glenn Gould
Goldberg Variations, 20 (1955)

You know how some things move so fast that your eye can’t make them out. This song is like that, but for your ears. It’s all of forty-eight seconds duration has more notes than a sixth grade study hall. I keep thinking that he’s fucking up some of his contrapuntally strenuous runs, but then I’m like, ‘No. Maybe that’s supposed to be a 1/64th note?’ Say what you want about totalitarian authoritativeness, but when you’re in the hands of a master’s hands, you don’t pick nits.