In the fifth verse, the piano starts to pound, and Daniel strains as he sings.
Before the piano starts to play, he shows me around, telling by heart the stories of the paintings and the painters, the singers such as Aristide Bruant, and poets such as Paul Verlaine.
Suddenly the piano starts to play itself, a feat accomplished by the use of an electronic disklavier, which makes a Yamaha grand function as a modern-day player-piano does.
A couple of immobile fingers are not about to keep her from her daily routine of two and a half hours at the piano, starting off with a Bach prelude.
OK, fine, if it wasn't my show, then why was I sweating so profusely you'd think I was the one sitting at the piano starting the same song for, yes, the sixth time now?
The pianos start at $31,295 for a five-foot three-inch model and go up to $59,895 for a version seven and a half feet long.
When the piano starts, then the sax comes in, a hot trumpet is next, followed by the chorus of instruments joining in … ah, that big sound gives me goosebumps!
As soon as that piano starts the champagne gets necked and you'll see me on the dancefloor.
