Here is a clip of me playing the first movement of one of my favourite Mozart piano sonatas, K330. Below is a clip of the excellent Krystian Zimerman playing it how it should be played. It illustrates the enormous gulf between people who know what they’re doing and people who don’t – which brings one to an uneasy consideration of the perils and pitfalls of the internet as a supposed “showcase” for talent. Musical performance, closely followed by painting, is one of the most effective means of public self-humiliation available to us. Yet the spirit of delusional self-belief is such that this does not prevent people from airing their dire accomplishments online in the hope of recognition. If music and painting are casualties, then so too, to a much greater extent, are fiction and poetry. These have become games anyone can play, since while fiddling incompetently about with a violin, piano or trumpet requires at least some basic instruction, clattering away on a novel or poem requires none. Aside from poetry and fiction, a third casualty of the internet free-for-all is dramatic performance, particularly stories, novels or poems recorded by amateurs or, worse, by bad actors. I suppose the one positive thing that comes out of all this is that now, more than ever in history, we have a chance to compare what is excellent with what is not. I’ve always felt that one of the fundamental principles of teaching is to encourage pupils to form qualitative judgments on what they read, look at or listen to – and they can only effectively do this by being aware of what is plain bad, and why it is so. The internet has become a valuable resource in this respect. Enough of me. Over to Krystian Zimerman!