Piano keys will always be my musical seductress.
Although I’ve been prone to envision a lady behind a microphone with a saxophone trailing her breathless vocals, I’ve always found the piano player in a band to be the coolest cat in the room. However, my knowledge of pianos comes to only what I hear and not exactly what I could play, therefore my attempts of enticing a female with my skills normally failed with a few keystrokes.
Luckily, my freshman year of college, particularly in the spring semester allowed me to at least attempt correcting that feat and with no real training, I merely played by ear before plucking together sounds that felt pretty close together.
That end result? Only one of the best Houston hip-hop songs in history. Here’s to Big Moe, ESG & Big Pokey for what they thought me and the city, especially knocking down Tommy Hilfiger & bigging up FUBU in the process.