The Piano Man is under the impression that we are all in the mood for a melody, and that by serenading all of us sitting in the Wilk Terrace, he's got us feeling alright. I probably shouldn't judge a person who is just trying to bring his candle out from under that bushel and cultivate his talents, but how many times can one endure the same three Jon Schmidt songs?
As he plays, the PM is seemingly shielded against all the winces and eyebrows raised in his general direction, probably because he is basking in the admiring glow of the female stranger sitting beside him with her Teriyaki Stix rice bowl, swaying and singing the words to the "Viva la Vida/Love Story" masterpiece he's pounding out so passionately. Even though they think they're alone in their Chris Martin/Taylor Swift love connection, all of us lunching in the Terrace were forced to be a part of this moment as soon as he sat down on that bench.
Don't sing us a song you're NOT the piano man.
ReplyDeleteI just love this blog! You have to do the Kennedy Center Junkies - dressed in their business casual, typing on their macs with the latest copy of the New York Times tucked under their arms. If you don't know what i'm talking about, spend an hour in the Kennedy Center and you will :)
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ReplyDeleteHaha, but you know you would love it if he had little glasses!
ReplyDeleteLow blow
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