Review of Rhapsody in Rivets

. . . something terrible. A version of the music from RHAPSODY IN RIVETS was his favorite piece. Sometimes he'd play it continuously for hours, backwards and forwards, or lying on the piano bench with his hands crossed above his head on the keyboard (like some kind of musical contortionist). But mostly he sat upright, alternating between this lumbering Liszt and Chopin's Funeral March in E-Minor. I was always afraid he'd literally bring down the house one day with all of his piano pounding. That's what RHAPSODY IN RIVETS does for me: It brings back memories of tune storms.