Never had the world seen such genius as good ol' Anty, and it is arguable it'll never see another such. A man whose simplicity could easily cause foolish strangers who knew no better to think of him as being no more than a bag boy at the local Publix (the profession he practiced to put food on the table in order to survive in a world entirely too ignorant to appreciate the mind of a man who thought not with words found in any dialect, but musical notes instead).
Yet this seemingly simple man's eyes grew big, his voice gained volume every time the conversation steered to the side of music. His knowledge and passion would not allow him to speak of this subject passively, and he became lively, eager to share his seemingly infinite knowledge on the topic. Music and Antal became one, and that was before he ever sat in front of the piano.
It is truly a great loss to the musical world, the death of this underappreciated master, pioneer, innovator of music. This musical prodigy's skills in front of a piano endeared him to all.......... even the homophobic.
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