You will notice, Lucy, that

Mitsuko Uchida, esteemed by many, has no place in my blog--despite her superficial, much applauded proficiency.  This is because, having heard the seemingly nice woman speak enthusiastically of the Schoenberg piano concerto, and with satisfaction of her performance of it, I actually listened to a recording of it--and to say, that I was appalled, horrified, disgusted, and filled with burning hatred and furious contempt, barely begins to describe the paroxysmal and frenzied toxicity of my reaction to that unwise exercise in esthetic tolerance.  Fortunately, I was paralyzed with astonishment, else I would surely have broken something--as, I fear, I yet might, if anything were to remind me of the dreadful, never adequately to be be obliviated experience.