I have nothing against cute boys and girls exploiting the advantages of their phenotype, be it in modeling or in soliciting sugar daddies on Craigslist. But when it comes to serious music, I would expect a musician's success to be based on more artistically relevant factors than just 'cute puppy' looks. Which, of course, makes me a hopeless imbecile - a depressing self-assessment, true, but amply justified by the meteoric career trajectory of the Canadian-born, still very young, and singularly mediocre pianist Jan Lisiecki (b. 1995).
