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Llevo tiempo queriendo dedicarle una pequeña sección a mi instrumento musical favorito, a saber: el piano. Pero como no sé nada de solfeo, partituras, digitación, ni nada que se le parezca, hablaré de algunos pianistas que me suliveyan, ya sean de jazz (pienso en Keith Jarrett, Bill Evans, Oscar Peterson...), de música clásica (Friedrich Gulda, Sviatoslav Richter, Martha Argerich...) o de lo que se me ocurra. Mientras preparo el primer post, te pongo este vídeo del insuperable Tom Waits donde demuestra el profundo hermanamiento que mantiene con su piano: The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me). La traducción la he tomado de aquí.

The piano has been drinking (Not Me)

The piano has been drinking
My necktie's asleep
The combo went back to New York, and left me all alone
The jukebox has to take a leak
Have you noticed that the carpet needs a haircut?
And the spotlight looks just like a prison break
And the telephone's out of cigarettes
As usual the balcony's on the make
And the piano has been drinking, heavily
The piano has been drinking
And he's on the hard stuff tonight

The piano has been drinking
And you can't find your waitress
Even with the Geiger counter
And I guarantee you that she will hate you
From the bottom of her glass
And all of your friends remind you
That you just can't get served without her
The piano has been drinking

The piano has been drinking
And the lightman's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid
And he showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking
Without fear of contradiction I say
The piano has been drinking

Our Father who art in ?
Hallowed by thy glass
Thy kindom come, thy will be done
On Earth as it is in the lounges
Give us this day our daily splash
Forgive us our hangovers
As we forgive all those who continue to hangover against us
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver from evil and someone you must all ride home

Because the piano has been drinking
And he's your friend not mine
Because the piano has been drinking
And he's not my responsibility

The bouncer is this Sumo wrestler
Kinda cream puff casper milk toast
And the owner is just a mental midget
With the I.Q. of a fencepost
I'm going down, hang onto me, I'm going down
Watch me skate across an acre of linoleum
I know I can do it, I'm in total control
And the piano has been drinking
And he's embarassing me
The piano has been drinking, he raided his mini bar

The piano has been drinking
And the bar stools are all on fire
And all the newspapers were just fooling
And the ash-trays have retired
And I've got a feeling that the piano has been drinking
It's just a hunch
The piano has been drinking and he's going to lose his lunch
And the piano has been drinking
Not me, not me, The piano has been drinking not me

El piano ha estado bebiendo

Mi corbata está dormida

Y la banda se ha ido a Nueva York

La gramola tiene que ir a mear

Y la alfombra necesita un corte de pelo

Y el foco parece la fuga de una prisión

Porque el teléfono no tiene cigarrillos

Y la terraza se ha ido a ligar

Y el piano ha estado bebiendo

El piano ha estado bebiendo

Y todos los menús están helados

Y el iluminador está ciego de un ojo

Y no puede ver con el otro

Y el afinador de pianos lleva un audífono

Y se presentó con su madre

Y el piano ha estado bebiendo

El piano ha estado bebiendo

Y el matón sabe lucha japonesa

Pero es un enclenque cobarde

Y el dueño es un corto mental

Con el coeficiente de inteligencia del poste de una valla

Porque el piano ha estado bebiendo

El piano ha estado bebiendo

Y no puedes encontrar a tu camarera

Con un detector de radiactividad

Y ella te odia a ti y a tus amigos

Y no puedes conseguir tu trago sin ella

Y la taquilla está babeando

Y los taburetes están ardiendo

Y los periódicos están haciendo el tonto

Y los ceniceros están jubilados

Porque el piano ha estado bebiendo

El piano ha estado bebiendo

El piano ha estado bebiendo

No yo, no yo, no yo, no yo, no yo.