Day 3
He sat at the piano and played two chords. C Major then A Minor. He swirled his shoulders and tried to crack his knuckles. It’s important to limber up. He pressed down the keys. Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. Wait, wait, wait. He began playing the same song with a reggae beat. After a few measures he stopped. C Major, F Major, F Minor. He began rocking his left hand on the F Minor, playing F, then Aflat and C together. F then A flat and C together. He switched to Bflat Major, keeping his thumb on F and moving his middle finger and pinky to Bflat and D. He switched back to F Minor, then to Bflat Major again. He then began his right hand. F, G, Aflat, C, G Aflat, F, G, D, Eflat. F, G, Aflat, C, G Aflat, F, G, D, Eflat. All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces. Gary Jules was a genius. He finished this song and paused for a few moments. He began rocking his hand in a different spot, this time changing from four repetitions of D, A and D together then Fsharp, A and Csharp together. Hey there Delilah, what’s it like in New York City, I’m a thousand mile away but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do. He played two verses of this song followed by the chorus, then paused again. I backed my car into a cop car the other day, well he drove off sometimes life’s ok. Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again. Am I more than you bargained for yet, I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear, because that’s just who I am this week. Woke up this morning, smiled at the rising son, three little birds, sat at my doorstep, singing their sweet tune of melodies pure and true, they said, this is our message to you. The lights go out and I can’t be saved, tides that I tried to swim against, have brought me down upon my knees, oh I beg I beg and plead.
He stood up and walked away.
