In my view technology exercises a kind of invisible charity. A single farmhouse with one light on. The rink out front where kids were skating. My music pours from the kitchen radio. HvK would record the orchestral sections, using piano pretape.
Technology is on the side of moral goodness and the sublime.
The Performer, aka Theodore Slutz, checks out his notes. I've seen the movie of your life, my friend. The Maestro won't go for this, not in a million years. He'll think I got off between floors. Mr Gould, you are playing a game of mirrors.