For me, Ciccolini's playing opened up an entire world. Picking up his Angel recording of "Piano Music of Erik Satie Volume 1" from the public library and putting it on my turntable at home, I was immediately entranced. The "Trois Gymnopedies" came first, so familiar now from overexposure, starting with "My Dinner with Andre." But every note, especially the absurd, jagged, joking ones, turned on some enormous pleasure switch in my head. I soon had devoured all Satie, and started major inroads into Les Six, Stravinsky, Honneger, Messiaen . . . and then all the art from the period, and the film, and soon I was swimming in the most congenial culture -- a strange, spiky, funny, absurd cosmos full of energy and a brave disregard for staid conventions.
I thought of Ciccolini years later, when I made a pilgrimage to Satie's home in the rue Cortot, behind Sacre-Coeur in Montmartre. I keep listening to his definitive interpretations -- how often I hear musicians take the edge off Satie. I can't tell you how many times Ciccolini's performances have sustained me, lifted me up out of myself. Many thanks, dear sir.