Conversations in Ivory

I keep no routine.
No score on the stand.
No boundaries.

At 79, I let the piano speak first. I’ve listened to the masters—absorbed their conversations at the keyboard—until I can still hear them trading phrases in my head. I know their touch, their tone, their personalities—not from the printed page, but from the soundboard of a grand piano.

So to round out Sound & Reason Friday, there’s no politics here. No leftover American turkey. Just me, the piano, and whoever might be conjuring through this improvisation.

I like to imagine it’s Ravel.
Though perhaps there are several guides.

Enjoy the solitude of the moment.
Play it through the big speakers.

Cheers,
Bill