I adore all kinds of music — from plainsong to K-pop, from drill to Debussy — and friends will often send me snippets from concerts they think I’ll like. Back before Covid, one thoughtful person sent me a great clip from a foreign TV show: four men appeared on stage performing on one big piano. They played it with finesse, with panache and — most remarkably, I remember thinking —with their penises. Their modesty, I should add, was well hidden by the instrument.
One of these ivory ticklers, I recall, was especially impressive. When he played Hava Nagila, it was like I was hearing it for the first time. I wondered whether they could be hired for my mother’s birthday party but never followed up.
