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Something for Pianos
Recently caught the trailer for Spanglish, which featured Five for Fighting's 100 Years. That was it. I fell for the movie, hook, line and sinker.
Nevermind that the general concensus was that the movie sucked. Nevermind that Adam Sandler in a low-key and heartwarming family comedy (with a moral to boot?!) is as unlikely as presidents having phone sex (Oops. Been there, done that.). Nevermind that the beautiful Tea Leoni paired with Sandler brings to mind Beauty and the Beast. Nevermind that the beautiful and somewhat tragic Spanish immigrant maid role reeks of stereotyping. Nevermind all that. The trailer music has lovely piano interludes. And therefore I shall watch the movie, love it, and spam the Academy with millions of nomination suggestions when Oscars time comes next year. Incidentally, the song has pretty meaningful lyrics. Nevermind that though.
If you know the extent of my musical talent, you'll know that my piano skills are limited to banging discordant notes. Tickle the ivories? Not me. I bash them till they either beg for mercy or fall down and die. My secondary school ECA conductor has told ("told" is an euphemism, boys and girls, for scold until no night no day, no finish no end) me in plain enough terms that I am tone deaf and therefore utterly useless to society. Yes. It's sad, but the abuse I had to take in my childhood was real. I wonder if that monkey is still torturing AHS's harmonica orchestra. The old coot... I still have dreams of decapitating him with my cymbal ala a musical Kill Bill.
My traumatized childhood and general "musical-cannot-make-it"ness notwithstanding, I still swoon when songs with lovely piano interludes start playing. Other than 100 Years, I've also been known to enter a fugue state when listening to Martina McBride's Valentine, Marc Cohn's Walking in Memphis, Richard Marx's Right Here Waiting, Tim McGraw's version of Tiny Dancer and Brian Adams' Everything I Do, I Do It For You. Anyone who is going to impugn my manhood can just go ahead and try.
If you do it using a piano, I'll even add you to my list!
Nevermind that the general concensus was that the movie sucked. Nevermind that Adam Sandler in a low-key and heartwarming family comedy (with a moral to boot?!) is as unlikely as presidents having phone sex (Oops. Been there, done that.). Nevermind that the beautiful Tea Leoni paired with Sandler brings to mind Beauty and the Beast. Nevermind that the beautiful and somewhat tragic Spanish immigrant maid role reeks of stereotyping. Nevermind all that. The trailer music has lovely piano interludes. And therefore I shall watch the movie, love it, and spam the Academy with millions of nomination suggestions when Oscars time comes next year. Incidentally, the song has pretty meaningful lyrics. Nevermind that though.
If you know the extent of my musical talent, you'll know that my piano skills are limited to banging discordant notes. Tickle the ivories? Not me. I bash them till they either beg for mercy or fall down and die. My secondary school ECA conductor has told ("told" is an euphemism, boys and girls, for scold until no night no day, no finish no end) me in plain enough terms that I am tone deaf and therefore utterly useless to society. Yes. It's sad, but the abuse I had to take in my childhood was real. I wonder if that monkey is still torturing AHS's harmonica orchestra. The old coot... I still have dreams of decapitating him with my cymbal ala a musical Kill Bill.
My traumatized childhood and general "musical-cannot-make-it"ness notwithstanding, I still swoon when songs with lovely piano interludes start playing. Other than 100 Years, I've also been known to enter a fugue state when listening to Martina McBride's Valentine, Marc Cohn's Walking in Memphis, Richard Marx's Right Here Waiting, Tim McGraw's version of Tiny Dancer and Brian Adams' Everything I Do, I Do It For You. Anyone who is going to impugn my manhood can just go ahead and try.
If you do it using a piano, I'll even add you to my list!
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