The context: This is a song from the small musical I'm writing called Nothing Like Broadway! (hey, that's the name of this site!). In the show, our hero, Milo, is secretly in love with the pianist/owner of the small theater where he works. After taking a top-secret brain-enhancing pill, Milo is able to sing his feelings. This is him confessing his crush to the pianist (while the pianist is accompanying him) in the form of a sweet, old-fashioned song (for the first half, anyway...).
A little about the creation of the song: So I'm trying to make all of the songs from the show work as a cabaret/audition/sing-it-at-a-party song. I wasn't sure about this one, since, often in those situations, you don't have the chance to rehearse with the pianist. But then I realized that this song is even more fun when the pianist isn't in on the joke. He's just as surprised as the audience. It's so much fun to perform, and the pianist seems to have a good time, too!
A little about the creation of the song: So I'm trying to make all of the songs from the show work as a cabaret/audition/sing-it-at-a-party song. I wasn't sure about this one, since, often in those situations, you don't have the chance to rehearse with the pianist. But then I realized that this song is even more fun when the pianist isn't in on the joke. He's just as surprised as the audience. It's so much fun to perform, and the pianist seems to have a good time, too!
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I'm in Love with a Pianist...
Music & Lyrics by David Rackoff I SHALL START THIS SIMPLE SONG A CAPELLA. FOR I’M LONGING FOR A CERTAIN SPECIAL FELLA. I GET WEAK IN THE KNEES FROM HIS ART. HE’S GOT EIGHTY-EIGHT KEYS TO MY HEART. I HAVE A CRUSH ON A PIANIST. HE’S AS DREAMY AS DREAMS CAN GET. I’M FAR TOO SHY TO TELL HIM. SINCE WE BARELY HAVE EVEN MET. HE IS CUTE, AND HE SEEMS GALLANT. AND I’M SWEET ON HIS TALENT. YES, BUT HE DOESN’T KNOW IT YET. I’VE GOT IT BAD FOR A PIANIST. YET HE’S TRAGIC’LLY UNAWARE. HE MAKES ME THINK OF HEAVEN, AND THE LIFE WE MAY ONE DAY SHARE. NOW I’LL WHISPER THIS CONFESSION: HE’S MY SECRET OBSESSION… AND HE’S SITTING RIGHT OVER THERE. (He gestures toward the actual accompanist.) I’VE GOT THE HOTS FOR A PIANIST. I CAN BARELY GET THROUGH THIS SONG. HE MAKES ME WARM AND TINGLY. JUST IMAGINE HIM IN A THONG! WE COULD MARRY IN ARUBA. THEN WE’LL SHTUP, THEN WE’LL SCUBA, THEN I’LL SPOON HIM THE WHOLE NIGHT LONG. HE ISN’T ONE OF THOSE MEN, SOME CALL HANDSOME, AND THEN SOME. AND SURE, I GUESS THAT HIS FACE IS A BIT ODD, IN PLACES. BUT I LOVE HIM! YES, I’M IN LOVE WITH A PIANIST. I DON’T THINK THAT HE FEELS THE SAME. I’LL HAVE TO LIVE WITH HEARTBREAK, AND AN UN-HYPHENATED NAME. THOUGH THIS SONG IS NEARLY FINISHED, DO I DARE SAY IT? I’M DIMINISHED. HOW I’D LOVE IT IF HE’D DATE ME. HE’D BE ON TIME, OR SYNCOPATE ME. WE’D BE TOTALLY SYMPHONIC. I BET HIS “ROOT” COULD BE MY TONIC. IF HE ASKED ME, I’D SAY, “YUP, RIGHT!”. HIS 'BABY GRAND' COULD GET ME UPRIGHT. WHILE THIS FEELING IS STILL LING’RING, PERHAPS HE’D TEACH ME PROPER FING’RING. GUESS I’LL JUST GO HOME AND GET MY OLD PIANO LESSON BOOK FROM OFF THE SHELF. AND DIM THE LIGHTS… AND THINK OF HIM… AND PLAY... WITH MYSELF. |
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