At the CMA conference I heard a brilliant two-piano team strut their stuff. Strut they did, and admirable strutting it was. Stuff it was. Stuff was all it could be given the circumstances:
Two pianos, perhaps initially a parlor genre, had, by the time of Liszt, become an inexpensive alternative to the orchestra. Loud. Lots of notes.
But do I play that instrument? Would I want to play that instrument? Would I kid myself into thinking that wanting to play like that was a good idea for me?
Apparently many people who study the piano do so because they aspire to that kind of brilliance. It's a bit like getting delusional from looking at the ads in fashion magazines.
