OCP

Swamped in Piano work, for no other reason than the fact that I am a proud OCP. I take it from the silence that you don’t know what the hell that means. It’s Obsessive Compulsive Pianist! Meh. I’ve got two sheets that I’m working on, "Sorry seems to be the hardest word-Elton John”, arranged by my favourite off all time, Mercuzio. Yes, I warn you all non-musical nincompoops out there, this post is gonna be ultimately nerdy, piano-wise. The dude’s head is a note blender! And No, I won’t take any bullshit about you trying to make fun of the fact that I still listen to Elton John, the dude was a genius, well not exactly, but he has the most elaborate piano transcriptions for songs, in part because of his originality and in part because he was so damn lucky as to have arrangers handle his work more than most. No, I don’t like the Beatles. In my head, Elton John was mind-linked to red leather suits and mad 70s sunglasses, but still the song is awesome and its piano work is so professional I spent a week on the first page alone when I read 3 pages of “Good Enough-Evanescence” in  a couple of hours. Why am I talking back to a hostile non-piano-playing figment of my imagination being an insufferable  know-it-all?

Moving on, short-term memory loss never actually bothered me, I mean hey, I’m not complaining, it’s a blessing and a curse. Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory, as a wise bumper sticker said it. And apart from Guavas and Cats hindering the former, I’m theoretically the happiest oxygen-inhaler alive. That was not the case when I started playing “It’s a Jungle out there-Randy Newman” only to find out that a month’s work has been flushed because I couldn’t remember the chords straight. Chord progressions are a pain in the neck, I have to say, never work the way you foresee them, which is weird since that is the sole purpose of their existence; being able to foresee how chords are gonna work out. I’m not worried about that however, I mean the monk theme is not exactly the most elaborate piece of work, so that should take about a couple of days to brush off the rust around the edges. My hands usually remember it, which I know sounds weird, but one thing about playing a musical instrument is that most of the time you have no idea what your hands are doing, whereas they know their way around the block. That didn’t sound right…

Planning to work on all that, besides trying to remember an old tango by Piazzolla and a stupid twilight repetitious 5-page compilation of fluid nonsense by Alexandre Desplat, besides the fact that I have the level book to magically get out of the way by Sunday, yeah I’m not getting off the keyboard for some time. Oh and there’s that other twilight one by that dude, what’s he called…AGH I can’t remember. >,< Having just googled him, it’s Carter Burwell.

I’m so busted.

Oh, and in case you gave a hell as to what I’m talking about, which I seriously doubt and intentionally refuse to believe since it conflicts with the theme of my previous post, there you have the links to the pieces I mentioned. Actually, I think you’d check them BECAUSE you don’t give a shit as to what I was saying but wanted to get at least something out of it by youtubing any listed nonsense. There you go, knock yourself out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbZ3JCd71XE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7fyMZMfiPA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_lGwZGS8q4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I91AYolqmxk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1bMW-iCuw0&feature=PlayList&p=E7864358BDF13852&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=na8oGIWX5oc&feature=related