For a Muppet on Sesame Street THAT simple forwardness, the first six notes. Apparently, the moving man who moved this old piano plays. Empty cloth emotes each time he sways, amazed his broad felt gloves keep doing it. That simple forwardness, the first six notes. We're moved, we're strung along. The hard hat and his static face compress our clumsy pathos, usher concentration. He gives the simple forwardness, those first six notes, a person. Here, the fabric folds a little on itself. There, the man's immersed. The feel of such unsullied heartbeats holds its awe beyond the last note at the keyboard. His venture leaves him leaning slightly forward.