Piano Bar

Come non ricordare quella canzone di Billy Joel dal titolo Piano Man, in cui si parla di un pianista di piano bar che tutti i sabato sera assiste all’arrivo dei suoi affezionati clienti, che vengono nel locale per passare qualche ora, bevendo i drink preparati dal barman John, dimenticandosi per un po’ dei problemi della vita ascoltando alcune vecchie canzoni...

 

Ecco, il pianobar, un luogo principalmente della memoria, in cui convivono canzoni nuove con quelle più datate; quelle che hanno segnato la nostra storia personale così come le sorti della musica nel suo complesso. Un luogo ideale dove ci si può commuovere, emozionare o più semplicemente rilassare. Al riparo in un certo senso dall’ossessiva necessità di rincorrere l’ultimo successo, col quale già ci martellano in ogni occasione le radio commerciali…

Ecco il ruolo del pianista di pianobar:  praticare bene la propria arte per guadagnarsi il pane, intrattenendo e facendo sentire bene le persone che sono venute ad ascoltarlo.

 

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The Regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."


Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life


It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"


Sing us a song you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you got us feeling alright

 

 

 

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