Exquisitely savoury, Burton Greene’s pianism is a perfect mixture of thematic exploration and free runs. Lots of influences spring out continuously during the abundant hour of “Live at Grasland”: fractured Eastern Europe melodies or Bill Evans-ish harmonic ghosts get further fragmentation by a dancing left hand depicting the utter power of a tangent bass line, while on the right side of the keyboard Greene lets droplets of percussive sketches fall like exploded popcorns. The playing is emphatically rich of humour and – yes – romanticism, but only if strictly necessary. This is music that needs no stylistic framework to be appreciated; it only gets better with listening, while several shimmering moments distance it from the bunch of “automatic pilot” piano solo releases, those with lots of technique but desperately lacking the will of being apppreciated by all.