An absurd analogy by somebody who obviously doesn't play the piano. To get to that point, one has to spend a painstaking amount of time perfecting their craft

An absurd analogy by somebody who obviously doesn't play the piano. To get to that point, one has to spend a painstaking amount of time perfecting their craft and improving their virtuosity on the instrument, not to mention that everyone adds in their own interpretation and dynamics to a piece. I can sit down on my Kawai and rattle off the maple leaf rag by Scott Joplin without too much issue, i'm happy to hand John Q. Public the sheet music, but there ain't no way they're playing it.