"His left hand dances delicately along the fretboard like a spider on an electric grid while his right seems to grow another five fingers, as it swings to and fro across the chords like syncopated crinoline."

So, his left hand sticks to the fretboard like a fried bug and his right hand lays like five mountain and valley folds of a stiff fabric of cotton, linen, and horsehair?

I don't know. I don't think it's the kind of comment I would add to a recording.

Bye,
                                                                Mysha