Let me begin with a claim; often enough woodworking seems like silly business. It's silly because being a practice for such a long time, you know, since people picked up tools and started manipulating them, where do we go from here? There are so many iterations of woodwork, so many different levels or needs for a specific process. But I must say that I find laying in wooden keys to be the most disappointing. This and live edge furniture. Sure, I am down for some Nakashima anytime at any point in the day but only him.
I'm truly fine with emulation but to a point. Keys are wonderful in that they are oddly structural, a suture slowing up a wound in a flawed piece of wood. Part of me can't knowingly accept some 'green' furniture, essentially giant slabs of tree held together by stitches when that same tree could be milled a little further and become a dozen more things. What is the obsession with making puzzle pieces and then hammering them into place? Let's grab the torch George laid bare and keep running with it. We have to. Keys are a dubious act, showcasing one's ego and their ability to overshadow a fine chunk of wood using a chisel and sandpaper.
If you must squish a butterfly into wood, set that thing deep, earn it. This isn't a piece of marquetry. It can't function 1/16" down. Set it deep. Let it be wood and not metal. A metal butterfly is a shiny beacon calling out your own gleaming incapacities. Butterflies are high school journals and ones that everyone else has already read. We know you.
Grow up. Mill some sticks that are straight and true. Work the wood rather than surrender to it. There are plenty of Knock-Off-A-Shimas to go around and really, let there just be the one. Let's move on. Or maybe do a lightning bolt instead...