We can all have legitimately different views of what Bozhanov has done this year.  As someone who never heard a complete performance of Davidsbundlertanze before tonight, I came to his performance with fewer fixed notions of how it should sound, and I loved what I heard.  Sure it was thunderous and helter-skelter along the way.  But this music wasnt written by Papa Joe Haydn.  Schumann carried a little universe of imaginary friends around in his head, seems to have been in one state of mental illness or another for most of his adult life, and threw himself into a river to end it all.  Thats the kind of life that produces music of sweetness and thunder, and thats what I heard from Bozhanov tonight.  Despite the facial mugging and prissy hand gestures, he strikes me as the pianist in this crowd who has come the farthest down the path to establishing an authentic artistic vision and communicating it to his audience.  I like Nobu and the other finalists too, but this is the guy who speaks to me.