After evening Mass last night (where I got roped into lectoring, but it was from the book of Genesis and a really short one where God tells Abram that he's got his back, so just chill for now, brother), Bridge and I headed to Hy-Vee so I could get soup and dried apples and turkey and she could get oranges and those new teriyaki tuna cups and Morningstar black bean burgers.
(How's that for (un)necessary detail?)
I am a sucker for community bulletin boards. Put up a corkboard and stick of tons random (and sometimes, kinda weird) annoucements on it, and I am transfixed. You just never know.
So, after paying for said grocery items, we stopped so I could peruse the board and we saw a sign that said:
"Live Piano Music. Tonight @ Raziel's!"
I am also a sucker for piano music. And those who play piano music.
We walked in and this 70 year old man was seated behind his Yamaha keyboard. And he was just a little dude. Glasses, wavy white hair.
He was amazing. I fell completely in love. He asked me what my favorite song was, and I told him Floyd Cramer's "Last Date." He rocked it. Trills on every note; I have never felt so warm in my life.
He played everything: a gorgeous Elvis medley, Glen Miller stuff, "Chariots of Fire" (another of my personal favorites). This man was good. One of the best I've ever heard. His name is Tony and he usually plays in Sioux Falls, the bar owner told us.
It was the nicest evening.
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How jealous am I? I heart community boards, (do you ever read classifieds and/or the Yellow Pages, just because you can?),piano playing, and Floyd Kramer. I also heart your bedframe. And, sadly, I leave a much larger ecological footprint since grad school. I don't put my pressure cooker to the good use Jahweh intented.
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