Post 1470. Tuesday March 7
‘You’ve got no friends’ my father said. ‘You need a proper job’. There was no point in arguing. But my fingers were my tools, ivory keys my colleagues and composers my friends. As a pianist I earned little, but it paid the bills.
I cannot describe the feeling I had whilst sitting at my piano upon a stage, notes flying, gliding, hovering, diving. My audience flew with me. They smiled; sometimes they wept. I wept. Such is the power of music.
I played in smoky jazz bars too, a tot of whisky and a cigarette to hand. It was so different. There, my music competed with chattering crowds. They only heard me when I stopped! I played loudly they spoke loudly; in quiet pieces, they murmured. But I loved it.
Time took its toll on my overworked hands. I play little now. My piano sits ‘neath a dusty cover in the corner of my room. I occasionally play for old folk and sometimes stand in for the organist at my church. But music remains my constant companion, though now I consume rather than create. It will never desert me, never.
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I have chills. What a beautiful, bittersweet tale. I can't help thinking of Billy Joel's "Piano Man".ReplyDelete
It hadn't occurred to me until you mentioned it. Cheers DarlaDelete
What a wonderful story, Keith! So sad that his age keeps him away from his beloved piano but it's great that music is still comforting to him!ReplyDelete
It will comfort him until his final note. Thanks PJDelete
A lovely drift through a musician's life. Melancholy and uplifting at the same time.ReplyDelete
I quite envy him! Cheers IainDelete
Thanks so muchDelete
old musicians never die they just fade like the last song they played, lingering in someone's memory, this was a lovely tribute to music, music men and their story.ReplyDelete
...There till the final fading chord. Thanks GinaDelete
The portrait of an artist, as opposed to a performer....ReplyDelete
...exactly as I saw him. Thanks ReenaDelete
This was a beautiful story, I liked that he could find value and pleasure in both concert performances and playing in a smoky bar. He knew the power of music and clearly it was still alive and well in his soul!ReplyDelete
A musician, pure and simple. Thanks JosieDelete
It's good that she followed her passion and can live out her days knowing she did and still have her memories of those days. Great story.ReplyDelete