My family is/was very much into music, and everybody at home played, amongst others, the piano (we had three: two grand pianos, one normal

). I am the youngest of four, so you can imagine that everybody was better at it than me. So what was left for me?
After playing numerous musical scales and classical pieces by Mozart, Mendelsohn, Clementi, and God knows who, every now and then I would invent "a famous Russian Master" and go totally crazy and loose on the piano in this very modern, atonal idiom. The name of this Master Composer was "Spironski" (it sounded enigmatic and exotic to me

)
So in a way Spironski is my alter ego, my wilder part, my Hyde...
And of course I am almost sure I can use this name for login in, as it doesn't really exist, as far as I know.