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What Happens When You Have To Play That Piano Drunk? Or, The Most Absurd Thing I Heard All Day

You're really good on the piano. I mean, when it comes to the black and white keys, Alicia ain't got sh*t on you. You're probably going to be a concert pianist. But then, a venerable Wall Street firm comes along and, because you also happen to have a knack for cash flow analysis (and an uncanny ability to suffer the deepest depths of boredom), offers you an attractive salary to move to the city. You go over to the dark side. There's no room in your 650 square foot apartment for a piano, so you stop playing. A decade passes. You work your way up in the firm and eventually you ingratiate yourself with the upper crust. One night, while sipping Veuve Clicquot (everyone is slumming it that night because someone who will soon be jobless forgot to restock the Perrier-Jouët) with your friends at a getaway in the Hamptons, you're asked to demonstrate your long, lost skills on the piano. Between being tipsy and having not played in 10 years, things don't go so well. People laugh. You get dizzy. You vomit in someone's Hermès bag. That little vignette is meant to demonstrate a simple point: when something isn't used, it falls into disrepair. You may remember how to play the piano, but
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1 comment on “What Happens When You Have To Play That Piano Drunk? Or, The Most Absurd Thing I Heard All Day

  1. Curt Tyner says:

    BINGO!! LIGHT JUST WENT ONNNNN! That post is awesome. BRAVO>>> From a living fool namely ME

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