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"I remember reading about Thelonious Monk, of whom it was said he was searching for the space between the black and white keys," (Roland) Lamb says. "So he'd always play these little chromatic clusters. And it was like he was pushing the instrument to its limit. And I thought, you know, maybe this is a question for design? Maybe we could reinvent the piano and actually make it capable of playing those notes between the keys."
I'm more interested in the mics in the background.Mics are like tires -- you better have good ones.
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