"On Here Is Phineas, it’s like his two hands are a pair of pianists working in tandem, a one-man parade and fireworks show in one, his mind and hands moving faster than most of us can process even our own thoughts. Listen in good headphones and you can hear the piano’s keys straining to keep up, their clicks as audible in the background as a third sound along with his hands. You listen to any of his albums, especially Here Is Phineas, and it’s hard to not be blinded by the obvious greatness in front of you, the technical achievement, the deep well of experience in all the music that filtered up from the Memphis bluffs, and the audible pit of sadness."