Even if you already knew what a wonderful, incredibly thoughtful and totally you-centered gift your sweetheart having your piano tuned for you was before…
… it’s all the more perfect on a late, insomnia-laden night when the world is utterly hushed. You and your throat have been mellowed with a fine glass of bourbon. You also have the luxury of being alone in a big old house, not an apartment where you have to be mindful of the sleeping patterns of others.
Because you can play, play, play to your heart’s delight — with no reservations about driving those keys and swinging those hammers for all they’ve got. You can loudly sing lovesongs for said sweetheart in abstentia, feel that mental exhale, and feel about as at home as you get.
(I have, by the way, met one other person in the world besides myself who gets that the Talking Heads This Must Be the Place is about the most romantic song about truly deep love in the world. It’s even better, I have to say, when it’s got a perfectly in-tune Wurlitzer Spinet to sing its praises.)
December 28th, 2006 at 6:32 pm
That sounds so satisfying.
December 28th, 2006 at 8:08 pm
That Talking Heads song makes me tear up every time. Happy sigh.
December 29th, 2006 at 1:20 pm
-sigh- Ah, the Talking Heads. I bloody love the bit in “Stop Making Sense” where David Byrne interviews himself. Yay, piano! I’ve been meaning to grab some Tori Amos sheet music to play while I’m visiting. In fact, I may have to do that today . . .
December 31st, 2006 at 2:25 pm
Yes. This Must Be The Place is a glorious love song. Do you own David Byrne’s ‘Live at Union Chapel’ DVD? It will make every molecule of your being ache in the very best of ways. He is such a lovely, lovely man…