Nomination for the Academy of the Overrated

Glenn Gould, ladies and gentlemen.

It's bad enough to hear him turn Mozart's piano sonatas into the perseverations of a manic robot (and why play a piece if you hate the composer's work? unless you're such an anti-establishment rebel that you record what the label executives tell you to), but he turns the Two-Part Inventions of his beloved Bach into the twitchy expostulations of a streetcorner mutterer.

How much extra credit does one deserve for being a near-psychotic crank and recluse?

And about this worship of classical soloists: they're playing other people's notes.