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In the late 70s I was doing business in Italy and regularly staying in the Excelsior Hotel in Florence.

One night we were sitting in the lounge and my Italian colleague told this story.

The week before Paul and Linda McCartney had been stating in the hotel and when sitting in the lounge Paul had gone over to the grand piano and started singing Let It Be. A member of staff then came over and asked him to stop. McCartney's friends explained who this was and that people would pay thousands to hear him but to no avail he had to stop.

 

Last night I was reading Big Time the biography of Adam Faith. Faith was a singer, actor and entrepreneur.

In the book I read this..

In the late 70s Adam Faith took Paul and Linda McCartney to dinner and then on to The RAC Club in London for drinks where Adam was a member. In the lounge was a grand piano and Paul went over to it and started to play Let it Be. A member of staff then came over and asked him to stop. Adam of course argued the point that this was Paul McCartney and people would pay thousands to hear this but no he had to stop.

The coincidence of these two stories is just amazing. I wasn't there at either but with the Florence one I was told by a colleague who had been there and on the other I read it in a book. I was wondering if any members can throw light on this, doe's Paul make a habit of playing any piano he finds in any hotel or is this just one of those urban myths that go around.

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I think it's just something great musicians do. They play.

 

I'm reminded of the story of how Billy Joel met Christie Brinkly. He was vacationing in St. Barts after a long tour / motorcycle accident / divorce from his wife and manager. There happened to be a piano in the bar of the hotel he was staying and after dinner one night he sat down and started playing. It wasn't long before people started to gather and when he looked up there was super models Elle Mcpherson, Christie Brinkly and a then unknown singer named Whitney Houston.

 

He ended up dating Elle for a while before eventually marrying Christie.

 

Girls love musicians. lol

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Sounds like an urban myth. I say this because, variations of the story are usually a tell tale sign.

 

There is this one (I used to believe). When I first heard it was a band (Aerosmith?) that it happened to. Later I heard it was the much earlier Kingston Trio. I just ran a search and it’s also told featuring a couple of Ausies or Americans.

 

 

‘They’ were driving 4WD in the Australian outback.

They hit & killed a kangaroo. They got out & dragged it from under the car.

Then they decided to have their photo taken with the animal. One of them then put his jacket on the kangaroo and they propped it up ready for the picture.

 

But the roo suddenly revived and fled, still wearing the jacket - with the car keys in its pocket.

 

Other versions say the roo came to, lashed out, breaking the jaw of one of them before making off.

 

 

Great story all the same.

 

What about afterwards? What if someone discovered the kangaroo after it really had died? It was wearing a jacket & it presumably had a car around somewhere (with oversized pedals?).

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In the lounge was a grand piano and Paul went over to it and started to play Let it Be. A member of staff then came over and asked him to stop. Adam of course argued the point that this was Paul McCartney and people would pay thousands to hear this but no he had to stop.

 

Damn hotels are so protective of their pianos. Of course, I'm not famous at all, but I've played piano all my life, and, um, I'm pretty good. Same thing happened to me on a road trip to Portland. Heathman Hotel, nice Steinway grand. Started playing. Nope, can't do that.

 

Coincidentally, next morning at breakfast, I looked over, and there was THE STANLEY CUP on display. I was allowed to have my pic taken with it (around here somewhere).

 

As another side note, I sat down to play a piano at a small B&B in Nikko, Japan. This was perfectly fine. I played the theme from Charles Lloyd/Keith Jarrett's 1960-something Forest Flower-Sunrise-Sunset. A Japanese chick came up to me and said "Oh, that's Keith Jarrett, isn't it?" Hahaha!

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I'm reminded of the story of how Billy Joel met Christie Brinkly. He was vacationing in St. Barts after a long tour / motorcycle accident / divorce from his wife and manager. There happened to be a piano in the bar of the hotel he was staying and after dinner one night he sat down and started playing. It wasn't long before people started to gather and when he looked up there was super models Elle Mcpherson, Christie Brinkly and a then unknown singer named Whitney Houston.

 

He ended up dating Elle for a while before eventually marrying Christie.

 

Girls love musicians. lol

 

Well, that's another of my piano stories. I "met" this chick on an internet dating site (this was 25 years ago), but she lived 500 miles away. She was apparently impressed that I was (sort of) a musician. I was impressed that she was a university professor - and gorgeous. I was in L.A. She was going to a conference in New Orleans, did I want to meet her (for the first time) there? Ah, what the hell, sure.

 

One of the restaurants we went to had a piano player. When he took a break, she goaded me into getting up and performing, which I reluctantly did. Nobody stopped me. In fact, afterwards, with a smattering of applause, a guy from the restaurant thanked me for playing. I guess I passed the chick's "play test" too. We got married not too long after that. [thumbup]

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Well, that's another of my piano stories. I "met" this chick on an internet dating site (this was 25 years ago), but she lived 500 miles away. She was apparently impressed that I was (sort of) a musician. I was impressed that she was a university professor - and gorgeous. I was in L.A. She was going to a conference in New Orleans, did I want to meet her (for the first time) there? Ah, what the hell, sure.

 

One of the restaurants we went to had a piano player. When he took a break, she goaded me into getting up and performing, which I reluctantly did. Nobody stopped me. In fact, afterwards, with a smattering of applause, a guy from the restaurant thanked me for playing. I guess I passed the chick's "play test" too. We got married not too long after that. [thumbup]

 

Cool story bro.

 

Every time I sit down at a hotel grand after one too many bubbly drinks and throw myself at the Layla outro I am kaiboshed quickly. Bastids.

 

rct

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Well, that's another of my piano stories. I "met" this chick on an internet dating site (this was 25 years ago), but she lived 500 miles away. She was apparently impressed that I was (sort of) a musician. I was impressed that she was a university professor - and gorgeous. I was in L.A. She was going to a conference in New Orleans, did I want to meet her (for the first time) there? Ah, what the hell, sure.

 

One of the restaurants we went to had a piano player. When he took a break, she goaded me into getting up and performing, which I reluctantly did. Nobody stopped me. In fact, afterwards, with a smattering of applause, a guy from the restaurant thanked me for playing. I guess I passed the chick's "play test" too. We got married not too long after that. [thumbup]

In another topic you posted about the history of your marriage some weeks ago, but this detail including you as a piano player makes it brighter and shinier to me than it already has been before. So awesome, so beautiful! [thumbup]

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In the late 70s I was doing business in Italy and regularly staying in the Excelsior Hotel in Florence.

One night we were sitting in the lounge and my Italian colleague told this story.

The week before Paul and Linda McCartney had been stating in the hotel and when sitting in the lounge Paul had gone over to the grand piano and started singing Let It Be. A member of staff then came over and asked him to stop. McCartney's friends explained who this was and that people would pay thousands to hear him but to no avail he had to stop.

 

Last night I was reading Big Time the biography of Adam Faith. Faith was a singer, actor and entrepreneur.

In the book I read this..

In the late 70s Adam Faith took Paul and Linda McCartney to dinner and then on to The RAC Club in London for drinks where Adam was a member. In the lounge was a grand piano and Paul went over to it and started to play Let it Be. A member of staff then came over and asked him to stop. Adam of course argued the point that this was Paul McCartney and people would pay thousands to hear this but no he had to stop.

 

The coincidence of these two stories is just amazing. I wasn't there at either but with the Florence one I was told by a colleague who had been there and on the other I read it in a book. I was wondering if any members can throw light on this, doe's Paul make a habit of playing any piano he finds in any hotel or is this just one of those urban myths that go around.

Hmmm. I don't have a clue, but was interested in knowing. I looked it up and couldn't find anything about it except one site. It took me to this forum, "Replying to Paul McCartney the mystery" and it lists everyone's comments beginning with fretplay. I thought that was odd. Loved Cougars love story about his wife. That was nice. msp_thumbup.gif

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Cool story bro.

 

Every time I sit down at a hotel grand after one too many bubbly drinks and throw myself at the Layla outro I am kaiboshed quickly. Bastids.

 

rct

 

I got blasted on some spirits at The Borgata in Atlantic City and sat behind the piano in one of the lounges and began to tickle the ivory. The staff demanded that I stop playing immediately and I was escorted off the premises by security. The difference in my story is that I do not have a clue on how to play the piano. FYI, my definition of "tickling the ivory" is different from most folks. [unsure]

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I got blasted on some spirits at The Borgata in Atlantic City and sat behind the piano in one of the lounges and began to tickle the ivory. The staff demanded that I stop playing immediately and I was escorted off the premises by security. The difference in my story is that I do not have a clue on how to play the piano. FYI, my definition of "tickling the ivory" is different from most folks. [unsure]

 

We generally eat there at least once a month. I am hopeful that I was instrumental in complaining loudly about your ivory tickling interfering with my consumption of Champagne and Wolfgangs, Champagne and Bobby Flay, or Champagne and Fornaletto.

 

rct

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Sounds like an urban myth. I say this because, variations of the story are usually a tell tale sign.

 

There is this one (I used to believe). When I first heard it was a band (Aerosmith?) that it happened to. Later I heard it was the much earlier Kingston Trio. I just ran a search and it’s also told featuring a couple of Ausies or Americans.

 

 

‘They’ were driving 4WD in the Australian outback.

They hit & killed a kangaroo. They got out & dragged it from under the car.

Then they decided to have their photo taken with the animal. One of them then put his jacket on the kangaroo and they propped it up ready for the picture.

 

But the roo suddenly revived and fled, still wearing the jacket - with the car keys in its pocket.

 

Other versions say the roo came to, lashed out, breaking the jaw of one of them before making off.

 

 

Great story all the same.

 

What about afterwards? What if someone discovered the kangaroo after it really had died? It was wearing a jacket & it presumably had a car around somewhere (with oversized pedals?).

 

 

Moral of the story: Leave our bloody wildlife alone!

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I got blasted on some spirits at The Borgata in Atlantic City and sat behind the piano in one of the lounges and began to tickle the ivory. The staff demanded that I stop playing immediately and I was escorted off the premises by security. The difference in my story is that I do not have a clue on how to play the piano. FYI, my definition of "tickling the ivory" is different from most folks. [unsure]

 

Love it! msp_thumbup.gif My wife taught me how to play: (One Two Three, the Devils after me,) with one hand. It's all I know. That would be like playing Chp Sticks. Lolmsp_flapper.gif think they would escort me out the door and lock it? msp_scared.gif

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I doubt that story...UNLESS the manager or person that told him to stop playing was a clueless

person, that had NO idea who Sir Paul McCartney is. I can't imagine anyone that knows who he is

not allowing him to play on a piano that was obviously out there, for the guests to use. Unless,

there was a posted cut off time, for anyone to play, past a certain hour, possibly? Who knows? :rolleyes:

 

CB

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Every time I sit down at a hotel grand after one too many bubbly drinks and throw myself at the Layla outro I am kaiboshed quickly. Bastids.

Next time you visit try playing the intro to 'Stairway to Heaven'. That'll learn 'em...

 

...I can't imagine anyone that knows who he is not allowing him to play on a piano that was obviously out there, for the guests to use....

It's probably NOT out there for guests to use, CB. It's probably just that it's a bit difficult to put a grand piano away somewhere else for storage...

 

[smile]

 

Pip.

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I should add to the story that when I was in Florence I did sit at the piano and play a few chords, well just to say that I had played the same piano as Paul.

 

It is interesting to hear about members getting thrown out, just amazing what are pianos for if not for playing! In some of the London stations there are pianos on the concourse for passengers to play whilst waiting for their trains.

 

There are other urban myths of course. There is the one put out by London Taxi drivers where if you ask them have they had any interesting passengers recently will tell the story of being called to pick up from a telephone box only to find a naked lady inside.

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As for someone famous, anonymously playing a lobby piano, or sitting in with a bar band, etc, this kind of thing happens all the time. With many, if not most, myths and legends, there is usually some hint of truth to the story. For McCartney, one of the most famous musicians in the world, being asked to stop IS pretty funny though.

 

Here's a couple of stories from the jazz side:

 

One night my wife and I were at the birthday party of a good friend. The party was being held at an old historic hotel in downtown St. Louis. One of the other guests was jazz pianist and vocalist Freddy Cole, who also just happens to be Nat "King" Cole's little brother (and Natalie Cole's uncle). As the party wound down, and the empty wine bottles were plenty, it was just my wife and I, the birthday boy and his mother (Sandy), and Freddy Cole left at the party. As we were saying our goodbyes, and walking through the hotel lobby, Freddy spots the grand piano in the corner and heads straight for it. He sits down and starts playing, and my wife and Sandy, all dolled up in their "evening clothes" are are leaning across the piano, wine glasses in hand, just like the scene out of a classic black & white movie. Regular hotel guests were wandering through the lobby, some stopping to enjoy the music for a bit, others just walking past with a slight glance, or less. Discussing the "lobby incident" on our way home, my wife and I pondered the question of whether those hotel guests had any idea who it was playing the piano in the lobby at midnight. Probably not.

 

The next time we saw Freddy we talked about the "lobby incident", and he related another funny story. He had recently been at George Benson's house (in Phoenix, I think), and George decided they needed to go out and have a few drinks. They wandered into a bar that just happened to have a little combo playing. As the band went on break George walked up to one of the band guys and asked if he and his friend could "sit in" and play a few tunes. The band guy asked what instruments they played, and George replied that he was a guitar player, and his friend played piano. I would have loved to see the band guys faces (and the other patrons) when they realized they'd just gotten an impromptu performance by George Benson and Freddy Cole.

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