The poet of
the piano
I´m learning to read and write
and I like to do it on my own. All help is very welcome
My lady had a piano. She used to play it when she was young. All instruments have their own voice but the piano . . . The piano seems
that has all the voices in its 85 keys. White keys voice, the voice of black
keys.
Fran, do you know Javier
Perianes? Surely yes, you do because he is the best Spanish pianist right now.
And do you know why I am telling you this for? Are you ready? Then I´m coming! Mi señora´s family and the Javier´s
family were neighbours in Nerva. Have I said they were neighbours? More than
that. They were like family: mi señora
and her husband were the godparents of José Antonio, the brother of Javier and
Diego and Aurelia (Javier´s parents) were godparents of mi señora´s daughter.
When mi señora left Nerva they
maintained the contact via letters until Aurelia died a few years ago.
Mi señora got emotional a mound when she listened Javier
playing the piano again. It was on the radio. It was the music of a French
composer. At the end of the piece she told me some things about the Javier
Perianes´s family.
The brothers were brilliant kids. José Antonio is a
reputed doctor and the pianist become famous being a young boy —Julita, his
first music teacher, prayed for him when he made his debut in the auditoriums—
thanks to his own sacrifice and his talent. Do you know he is called the Poet
of the Piano?
His father worked in a neighbouring village as
electrician. His mother was a housewife who made their money stretch to the end
of the month like a chewing gum and was a perfect expert on domestic economy.
Says mi señora that with the father´s
salary they were able to buy an old Piazza (a second-hand piano) and paying the
medicine studies of José Antonio. ‘What
can I say?’, said Aurelia to mi
señora. An original score costs 2500 ‘mecagoenla!’.
What about the chemistry book?
Those were hard years but there were dreams too.
As the grandmother lived in Huelva, when Javier
studied in the conservatory stayed at the grandmother´s house and it was then
when he had a blow-out because the merienda
(afternoon snack) was delicious. It´s nothing to write home about the
grandmothers do with regard to their grandsons. Pampering.
It´s so strong the respect of Javier Perianes with the
piano that if he grants an interview he opens the case and this way allows his
inseparable instrument to participate in the conversation. It´s not poetry?
Y. a.
Mary
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