One day in the schoolyard, a classmate said, “Let’s play the soft-touch game. See which of us can touch the other the softest. You go first. Touch my arm as soft as you can.” I took the challenge, brushing my index finger as delicately as possible on his forearm. His response? POW! He slugged me as hard as he could, running off laughing, “I lose!”

I wonder how many geeky children have grown up to be composers, taking revenge on their childhood tormentors with a musical bait and switch?

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