WHERE IS COOPER: AT THE PIANO
Friends, readers, or to whom it may concern. A paparazzo grabbed shots of me tickling away on the ivory keys. And because some of you show an unhealthy captivation for my envious life, I was reluctant to share this; lest you vomit from sickening adoration. But I accept the risks, and humbly shove these photos in your face for you to print out and tack to the ceiling above your bed.
My neighborhood blog, ‘Fucked In Park Slope’, covered an excellent project called Sing For Hope. Where 88 pianos pop-up in New York City to benefit schools, hospitals and communities; bringing art to everyone.Any member of the public can jump on and ride these musical bulls. So, being a musical dilettante myself, I had to hammer out some funky licks to balance out that superb cowlick of mine. Here's a snippet from the original post: Check out the full article here.
“Because I am less of a piano player and more of a ukulele strummer, I opted to NOT aggravate each passing jogger and dog walker with that annoying song you play with your knuckles on the black keys. Instead I let a real piano player hop on there to work his magic. It was pretty awesome."
