How the Four Hands Collective found its home at the Triad — a hidden Upper West Side theater with world-class sound, and the night it all began.

Two strangers. One piano. The moment that gave us our name. At our very first show, two pianists who’d never met sat down together and improvised. Four hands, no plan, pure trust. Read the story behind the name.

It started with a dog. But to understand why, I have to start somewhere else.

The origin story of The Four Hands Collective.