Piano Man 2

OK, the Piano Man who so intrigued me was a fake.

Although I'm not sure which is more heart-wrenching, the original story or the new one.

Weird thing, though. I found out he'd spoken up and gone home on my way home from work, and when I put my work bag down at home....I gave in to a mad compulsion to play the piano. Tangos, over an hour. Which I never do during the week.

So I'm not sure what to make of my having been so affected by his story, except maybe that I'm still just a pie-eyed American optimist who'll give anybody the benefit of the doubt, which suits me just fine.

After all, he got me thinking back in May, and last night he got me playing the piano before dinner (maybe just to prove I still could!).

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Speaking of Piano Man, this long-ago Billy Joel freak (yours truly, I even wore men's ties in high school, more to emulate him than Annie Hall, sorry, pictures sadly NOT available) heard Piano Man - the Spanish version - during the workday serenade last week. It's truly wild, and says something about our cultures I haven't quite deciphered yet. Ana Belén sings it, El Hombre del Piano, and it's dramatic and emotional and tear-inspiring...like any good Spanish ballad. Piano man!