By Jihoon Park
The piano has been drinking. It stumbles onto the stage at Rosie’s Jazz Bar with a CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK, every step making a key-smashing thud of all its strings. It smells like sweet tea and bourbon.
“Gonna start off with a classic for all you fine folk—HIC—sure all y’all recognize, here’s ‘Summertime’ by Billie Holiday.”
But nobody in the crowd recognizes the tune. The people that know the song don’t come to jazz bars anymore. They’re away in retirement homes or in graveyards and crematoriums. The regulars are long gone. The crowd at Rosie’s today mostly ignore the piano and continue their conversations and drinks. They take pictures of the grimy walls and old Dixieland posters:[Read more…] about The Piano Has Been Drinking