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4 stories & pictures about “Jubilee Park”
Mikey // Aug 8, 2010 at 10:34 pm
My good friend and myself discovered the piano, hidden delicately in the shaded and secluded spot behind the mall, a few days after our visit to Reuter’s Plaza.
The keys were fervently assaulted in an improvised version of Ray Charles’ ‘Hit The Road Jack’.
The bass and vocals provided with clarity by my companion, the lumbering one-handed ‘lead’ was pitifully played by myself.
Musically it was borderline farcical.
However, as an experience, it was a wonderful.
Laughing loud at errors, stamping boots in strained rhythm, spilling coffee with excessive enthusiasm.
It was absurdly magical.
Perhaps for the lip-curled Londoners passing by it was not the greatest of gift.
But for us it was endlessly memorable and re-livable.
Who needs London’s attractions, it’s wheels, boats and popping champagne, when there’s a piano waiting?
I thank you once again.
Thank You.
Sue // Jul 5, 2010 at 8:33 pm
The piano stool was so rickety by yesterday afternoon that someone showed his concern by telling me the stool looked like it was about to collapse. A good tinkle of the ivories, but standing up at the piano is an odd angle. It's OK to stand up at my keyboard, but pianos are too low to play while standing ...
monica // Jul 5, 2010 at 8:20 am
We visited from Durham 2/3 July. Sat in square at Canary Wharf and were amazed at how many people played the piano, in particular one young man who played exceptionally well. A very enjoyable evening
The keys were fervently assaulted in an improvised version of Ray Charles’ ‘Hit The Road Jack’.
The bass and vocals provided with clarity by my companion, the lumbering one-handed ‘lead’ was pitifully played by myself.
Musically it was borderline farcical.
However, as an experience, it was a wonderful.
Laughing loud at errors, stamping boots in strained rhythm, spilling coffee with excessive enthusiasm.
It was absurdly magical.
Perhaps for the lip-curled Londoners passing by it was not the greatest of gift.
But for us it was endlessly memorable and re-livable.
Who needs London’s attractions, it’s wheels, boats and popping champagne, when there’s a piano waiting?
I thank you once again.
Thank You.