There is a man seated at the piano with a giant stack of blank sheet music and a pencil.
He looks suspiciously like Keith Olbermann - or Ouranos, if you're of the Greek deity camp - but he is neither. This is Arthur Rothenberg, not-as-famous-as-he'd-like conductor-slash-pianist, and he is currently working on the piece that he hopes will remedy his lack of fame.
So far, there's only one sheet full of carefully drawn notes.
It's the same sheet he's had finished for the past four months.
Music writer's block, much?
Eventually, a few notes drift out of the piano.
(They're the notes that happen when you BANG YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE KEYS.)