tickle the ivories

Viggo Mortensen plays piano at Sutton Place

  By Bruce Demara Mon., Sept. 8, 2008

As an oblivious world walked by - including hordes of media types attending TIFF - actor Viggo Mortensen sat openly in the lobby of the Sutton Place, gently tickling the ivories of a baby grand piano.

As an oblivious world walked by - including hordes of media types attending TIFF - actor Viggo Mortensen sat openly in the lobby of the Sutton Place, gently tickling the ivories of a baby grand piano.

Dressed casually in a red t-shirt bearing a crest of Hungary and armed with a thermos, Mortenson, co-star of the soon-to-be-released western Appaloosa, remained serene as a publicist tried to shoo away an alert Reuters photographer.

Following his impromptu recital, the soft-spoken taciturn actor said, “I just made it up.”

Asked to comment on whether the piano was properly tuned, he replied: “More or less.”

His response to the question, “I didn’t know you played:”

“I didn’t either,” followed by a loud, horsy laugh.

 (photo: MIKE CASSESE)

Musician pick-up lines

If I were a drum I’d let you bang me all night long!

You must be a choir director, because you make my heart sing!

This cello isn’t the only big wood between my legs.

Are you a trumpet player? Because you sure are makin’ me horny!

I may not be Mumford, but do you want to have my sons?

Let’s make some sweet music together, honey.

You can tickle my ivories anytime, baby.
I can make you hit all the high notes!

You had me at cello.

Excuse me, do you believe in premarital sax?
Would you like to play my organ?

I’d like to finger your fret board.

Flute players provide some cheap trills.

I C Major potential in us getting together.

Good boys deserve more than just

Girl, you give me a tromboner.

Save a drum, bang a drummer.

This reed isn’t the only thing I can get wet.

That’s a nice set of mallets you have.

Damn girl, you’re lookin’ sharp!

I’d love to strum your g-string

I just lost my job and may be Baroque,
but that doesn’t mean I can’t show you a good time.

Perhaps you and your friend would like to play a trio with me?

The pads on my MPC2000XL aren’t the only thing I’ll be banging tonight.

My embouchure is good for more than just playing the trumpet, if you know what I mean.

I bet that flute isn’t the only thing you know how to blow.

Slow down girl, you’re giving me a woodwind.

You wanna grease my slide?

You must be a fourth or a fifth, because you’re just perfect!

I bet we’d get into some serious Treble together.

Call me AC/DC, because I’m gonna rock you all night long!

The Proclaimers would walk 500 miles to “come back home to you,” but I’ll do you one better. I’ll sit through an entire Nickelback concert.

Let’s play a love game. I’ll be Alejandro, you be Lady Gaga and I’ll let you take a ride on my disco stick.

Composers always score.

The Inconvenient Casual T-word

Anyone else hear the T-word used in casual conversation when it has NOTHING to do with a touch making someone giggly and have it drive them absolutely crazy?

“Yeah, I’ve got a tickle in my throat…”

“It really tickles my fancy…”

“Oh I’m just tickled pink you’ve decided to…”

“The practice rooms are great if you want to go in and tickle the ivories and mess about with the electric keyboards…”

And does anyone else have a little heart attack, jolt a little bit, every time it’s said, even though it is no where near in reference to the thing we love?

wolfhalls said: 

this idea has made me spontaneously combust

oh man me too buddy

like #imagineyourotp on stage in a packed concert hall one of them effortlessly tickling the ivories and slowly the other rises from where they are sitting close by and meets A’s eyes with this crushing sexual intensity and sensually turns the page of the sheet music and in the erotic transport of their gaze character A misses A SINGLE NOTE 

what era is this taking place in, also?? 


Walt Disney World Hidden Gem: The Casey’s Corner Pianist

There is nothing like walking down Main Street USA in the Magic Kingdom and hearing live ragtime music fill the air. That little extra bit of magic is provided by the Casey’s Corner Pianist. At the end of Main Street USA is Casey’s Corner, a hot dog stand that pays homage to the American national pastime of baseball, and if you’re lucky the Casey’s Corner Pianist will be there tickling the ivories to ragtime tunes outside. For lunch there’s probably not a better place to be. The view of Cinderella’s Castle, the buzz of the crowds as they glide through Main Street USA, the smell of popcorn and hotdogs can create an unforgettable experience. Memories are definitely what Disney make best, and Casey’s Corner is one of the unexpected ‘memory hotspots’ inside Walt Disney World!

I’ve always loved the idea of the future because it’s an opportunity to escape the present,
but I never imagined a future with someone by my side
because people either leave or hold you back
and why fantasize the improbable

but you crawled into my daydream,
took a up the entire left side of the bed,
and I just couldn’t disturb you because you’re so cute when you sleep.

so here’s to a new future
because one day
I’ll touch your ribs like they’re piano keys
and tickling those ivories will take on a whole new meaning
and it won’t matter if the glass is half full or half empty
as long as you’re the one who filled it

we’ll lay on carpeted floors,
watching dust particles dance along to old records we’ve heard a million times
because we’re too broke to buy new ones

we’ll eat cereal for dinner on kitchen counters
in only our underwear
and we’ll laugh so hard we’ll blow milk out our noses

we’ll have races, appointing the shower as our finish line
we’ll wash each other’s hair and
between the bubbles and the water filled kisses,
I’ll find time to make fun of you for cleaning behind your ears

and as dusk creeps through the curtains, I’ll look down at our legs,
woven in and out of each other,
at your arms wrapped tightly around me,
and I’ll whisper into your collarbone,

“we used to dream about this moment”

—  last night I told you I loved you and you weren’t even surprised
muse-ic interruptous|| OPEN STARTER

Raven was pleased that the muse-ic room hadn’t been signed out that afternoon as most days Sparrow, Melody, Humphrey, hex even Bunny had seemed to be occupying the place during open hours and it royally sucked. Listening as the riffs of her guitar echoed off the walls, the princess couldn’t help but smile. Sure, muse-ic was never a part of her story however she had always somehow felt more in her element strumming chords or tickling the ivories then she had with cauldrons and spell books, even now that she had a handle on her powers. 

 Closing her eyes, she’d begun to get lost in the sound of her instrument when she heard a light cough coming from the doorway breaking her out of her spell.