Sing Us A Song, You're The Piano Man
A few weekends ago, we went to a restaurant that had a piano player.Tell me this, piano players: do you aspire to work in a restaurant playing Vince Guaraldi tunes? Or is it more like Jim Rome's description of something else entirely:
You don't ASPIRE to be in porn. You END UP in porn.
Nothing against Vince Guaraldi, who was a total badass. It just seems that a guy playing a piano in a restaurant is the blogger equivalent of a writer. Well, except that the guy playing piano is actually making money. Scoreboard given.
So were were sitting in the restaurant, listening to the piano player, when I had an inspiration.
That's inspiration, not aspiration.
"I've got an idea," I said.
"Oh?" Gloria, with years of experience, fears my ideas.
"These piano players all take requests, right?"
"Sure," she said. "That's one of the ways they make money."
"What if we assemble a list of the most depressing piano songs ever written? Bleak, weary dirges, all of them. Then we can ask these guys to play one of them."
"That is awful!" Gloria said.
"Yes, it is," I said. "So, are you going to help me with the list?"
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