In fact, there should be a list of songs outlawed for at least the next 10 years.Choreographer Jamal Sims Helps the Pink Ladies Rule the School on ‘Rise of the Pink Ladies’Īppropriately, given Bologne’s historical importance, director Stephen Williams called upon two of America’s finest film composers to interpret his music and score his story. I suspect music teachers across the country are making careers from rejigging the same songs with their students. Some tunes we’ve heard far too much of lately on the piano. City officials reportedly took the decision after too many people exceeded the 10-minute limit (one apparently persisted for a whole hour), and others played and sang too loudly, disrupting station announcements and irritating commuters.

If I had my way, I’d replace every public piano with a vending machine dispensing earplugsįortunately, in recent days Japanese authorities were forced to remove one such piano from a train station after commuters over-indulged. I’m told National Public Health Emergency Team (Nphet) has been posthumously reanimated and is meeting as I write. One website tracking this silent invasion is pianos.pub, which suggests there are as many as 50 public pianos in Ireland. I’m not sure who precisely is to blame for the cursive apocalypse, but Halsey and Adele are likely contenders. It’s bad enough I have to listen to someone banging away on the same few chords for 15 minutes straight, but then the singing starts. Like me, most punters aren’t exactly Mozart-level prodigies. There should be a list of songs outlawed for at least the next 10 years Only my close confidants are privy to the torture of those same five chords again and again, and that’s the way it should be – you’re welcome Heuston Station. I’m 24 years’ old, played piano for three years growing up and all I can play is Treasure by Bruno Mars. I don’t care to satisfy the ego of an 8-year-old playing Beethoven – we get it, you’re literally a genius. If it’s not already clear, I can’t stand public pianos – the ones they drop into public spaces for the passing public to vent their creative skills upon. From the moment Mad World was remixed on piano in Donnie Darko, the edgy teenage piano scene has never been the same. Then they proceed to pout dutifully and play the third rendition of Coldplay’s The Scientist since I’ve arrived at the train station. It’s as if they stroll up to those keys, thinking: “These guys are gonna love this one”. Save me the facade, I see through your ruse. You know the type: They sit down, crack their knuckles and launch into a painfully slow rendition of River Flows in You, as if they’re here to brighten up your day. There’s something about public pianos that seems to attract the worst kind of amateur musicians.

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