Unfortunately, the piano I play on (tonight from 5-9 at the Sheraton Belgravia) badly needs tuning. However, the overly cost-conscious hotel (who have decided to charge as much as Claridges Bar and Rivoli Bar at the Ritz for certain drinks *insert choke on martini olive here*) would not hear of it - any expenses involved with the pianist are avoidable according to them. Including a glass of water every two hours.
C'est la vie....
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
I played at the Sheraton Belgravia again last night. It was a fairly quiet crowd, and I had to play extremely softly so as not to bother the few hotel guests who were relaxing with drinks and gentle conversation. It was a great pity as I was in the mood for some twenties numbers - Ain't Misbehavin', Black Bottom, Charleston, You're The Cream In My Coffee. I played mainly contemporary versions of classics such as The Night We Called It A Day, 'Round Midnight and The Girl From Ipanema. Later on I pumped out a few Ivor Novello numbers. There is an ethereal quality to his music - haunting and unforgettably romantic. I shall be using his beautiful melodies later on this week. Wednesday and Friday at the Sheraton Belgravia, 17.00-21.00. All are welcome.
Sunday, 15 April 2007
I am wanted. It's a fabulous feeling; once more unto the breach, once more I fill the Sheraton lobby in Belgravia with my music! Tomorrow, Wednesday and Friday I am required to entertain sweating hotel guests, likely to be insultingly casually dressed in socks and sandals and t-shirts with slogans, but I have ceased to care. Just to touch those keys again, to tinkle away a sunset over SW1, and to be paid for it. Such felicity.