Alice Cooper - Bad Place Alone

And while Creole listened, Sonny toiled somewhere deep inside himself, as if under torture. Before that, I never thought about how terrible the relationship between the musician and his instrument. He must fill it, this instrument, with the breath of life, his own breath. He must force him to do what he, the musician, wants. A grand piano is just a grand piano, so much wood, wire, big hammers and small ones, and ivory. You can squeeze as much out of it, and not more, but the only way to find out exactly how much is to force him to do everything that is possible again and again.