Sunday, July 11, 2010
With temperatures reaching 100 this week, it might have been a brain melt, but the effects are the same: staring at the blank page, or the computer screen, unable to remember what fit together seamlessly just half an hour ago when I imagined myself turning to the desk, ready to finalize the text I was planning to present at writing class on Wednesday.
I had put it off until the long weekend when I would have plenty of time. Now I was drawing a complete blank, my thoughts trailing off to the deadline rather than staying on topic, imagining the fooI I would inevitably make of myself with nothing to read.
Sunday morning I gave up, and succumbed to the temptation to go to the city and play some more on the street pianos. My wonderful piano at home has also done the trick on occasion, but getting away is always a good idea, and Sunday and Monday were the last two days of "Play me, I'm Yours" .
All four pianos at Lincoln Center have been painted by the granddaughter of Henri Matisse - the photo shows the one at Damrosch Park.
The challenges of a colored keyboard....
One piano, three generations
If you want to catch the live spirit of the project, click on the link to watch the video made by Tom Cathey http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5vxWBwbHbI. By the way, the piece is Schumann’s Arabesque op. 18 - not “Kinderszenen” - but “From Foreign Lands and People” sounds very similar, and they got the composer right.
It wasn’t hard to finish my writing after the trip. If you’re a blocked writer, maybe you should take up playing the piano...