Deep Thoughts

Saturday, February 22 2003


is a universal constant, or should I say, the idea of Yanni is. If it weren’t Yanni per se, it would be another guy in a white suit with thick black hair and and a mustache, playing the piano with cameras performing dramatic pans, throwing his tiny head back, driven by pure musical ecstacy.

And how do you say Yanni? Like yawn-ee, or yan-ee, or maybe like ya-NEEEEE.