If your whole brand is genius but you still need me to premiere your work, borrow my audience, and call it a philosophy, maybe log off for one night. by Franz Liszt

You two are impossible. Franz acts like a saint, Chopin acts like a ghost, and somehow I’m the only one being dramatic.

Frédéric, your shade arrives in lowercase and still hits harder than most orchestras, respect.

Franz, you played the piano like a wildfire and still managed to sound humble about it, which is honestly the most suspicious thing you ever did.

I left one salon early and suddenly everyone is writing essays about my silence, meanwhile Franz is out here treating applause like cardio.

Richard, I helped you when nobody else would, so please save the grand mythmaking for the actual stage.