October 9, 2017
Oh, piano, oh piano! Whyfor dost thou crackle so?
Your ivories immaculate – yet sounds no longer accurate.
Your a’ a mighty bang when it is pressed
Even with a touch most delicate.
‘Tis but thy sound that is my enemy,
Which is musical cause for enmity.
What’s music? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm nor face nor any other part
Belonging to a man. Oh, choose a better tone!
What’s in the sound? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So piano would, would he not thwack and thump,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that infernal crackling.
Nay, my dear friend, ‘tis time to say farewell
Unless your motherboard may repaired.
Until that happy day, it must be down
Into the basement that you’ll be transferred.
July 5, 2018
Public Pianos of Rotterdam; Part One
December 9, 2016
From Mozart to Einaudi - the examination
October 8, 2018
On head colds and Bach
November 9, 2018
On paintings and powerdrills
October 12, 2018
Filming in Rotterdam, filming in Delft
October 11, 2018
The mysterious tale of the exploding gas heater
October 10, 2018
On gigs and myths
October 9, 2018
PROGRAMMA "Van Mozart tot Einaudi..."
September 2, 2018
Snippet - oh, it is ON
September 1, 2018
Snippet - on shopping baskets
August 27, 2018
Bits and Pieces
walking the wire