Here’s a ‘pattern-free’ (and therefore very ugly) piano sonata, by mathematician Scott Rickard. It’s pretty hideous.
Through the crackle of an old phonograph recording, the tenor’s voice sounds musky and slightly metallic, but the German words ring out sharp and clear. The soprano’s tone is warm, opulent and heady.
As jobs go, there’s not much to recommend it. The work is hard, there’s no glory, and the risk of disaster is high. Regarding any levity, only the paycheck might draw a laugh.