Rachmaninoff was slightly over 12 when he met Tchaikovsky, and then he often encountered him at the home of his teacher Nikolai Zverev. Both are legends, of course. But, I prefer Tchaikovsky for the near borderline madness that was required of him to both compose and play his music. Tchaikovsky's woven tapestries within tapestries and iteration of melodies that both compete and compliment one another cause such conflict that I am led to a path where his madness becomes mine, infectious. Listening, one understands madness and beautify at the same time. His lines are inescapable and damaging, in an 88 key space of infinity.