New Year’s Eve at the E & O (Part 2)

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The 1885 was transformed into something fantastically different on New Year’s Eve. The balloons with trimmings, the table décor, the menu…everything looked so elegant and you could actually feel a charge of gaiety in the air. Later on it was packed with diners who were obviously intent on having a good time as the last hours of 2011 loomed. I was at the piano as usual, except that I “charged” myself up with two glasses of red wine, heh heh.

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During my break I walked to the old Sarkies (which was very quiet now) and snapped some pictures with the lovely staff there. I’ve said it again and again, the staff make the hotel what it is—a home away from home.

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(Above L-R) Me, Normala, Christy, and Azhar pose for a picture at the old Sarkies.

(Below) That’s me with Normala and Amisha.

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Happy New Year, everyone.

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The Scourge of Musicians

aka “Old pianists never die, they simply tinkle away”

I recently read Mary Schneider’s thought-provoking and witty article about trying to enjoy a nice dinner at a local Italian restaurant whilst being bombarded aurally by the howling of a band of minstrels.  Being a pianist myself, I totally sympathize and agree with her and so here begins my rant about musicians. Before I proceed please bear in mind that the following criteria applies to this post:

  • I’m talking about live music in a nice restaurant (not coffee shops or pubs).
  • If this post strikes a nerve in you, please forgive me. I’m not targeting anyone in particular. Honest.

I feel like I’ve been playing solo piano all my life. I actually started out my first gig at the Golden Sands Resort here in Penang, way back in 1982. I was out from the States for a Summer vacation and my father said he had secured a piano-playing job for me at the named resort. Seeing that he had paid for my air tickets, who was I to argue? So I did the gig, I loved it, and I learnt some useful stuff along the way. I’ve loved piano playing so much that since then until now (imitates a Clint Eastwood accent) “I work alone.” No singers, no violinists, no kazoo players, zilch.

I’ve stuck with these rules of etiquette when playing the piano in nice, posh restaurants.

  • You are only the pianist, you are not the main attraction. The food and company is.
  • Don’t stick out like a sore thumb. Blend in with the ambience of the establishment. Look at the customers. Are they talking softly? Then play softly. Don’t be an ignoramus and drown out their conversations.
  • If you aren’t sure whether you’re playing at an ideal level, get your ass off the seat and ask. Customers are usually direct and they will tell you. Also observe their body language (an outlandish example is if you see someone covering his/her ears. That is a strong signal for you to clam up!) If you’re too shy, ask one of the staff (I am assuming that you get on well with the staff. They’re always downright honest about music levels).
  • I’ve also learnt that it isn’t worth it to bang on the keys even when the restaurant is packed and the noise level has increased dramatically. Why? Because you won’t win. So why make a fool out of yourself?
  • It’s good to lose yourself in the music while playing but don’t get so carried away that you’ve forgotten about the level of sound you’re producing.

Ah, you ask. What’s your pet peeve? You really want to know? It’s this—I absolutely hate it when I walk into a fine restaurant and the pianist or musician insists on stuffing his/her music down my throat, together with my food. BLECH!! And also this—if you need someone to tell you that your music is too loud, you’re not a professional at all, you’re simply a show-off. So there!

Let me conclude by telling you one of my favorite pianist jokes.

A man and his neighbor are talking. The neighbor asks, “So now your missus has taken up the clarinet instead of the piano? Is that better or worse?”

“Better,” the man replies. The neighbor is intrigued. “Why?”

“Because she can’t sing and play at the same time.”

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At the 1885 on Valentine’s Night

Here are some pictures I took just before starting work at the 1885 (fine dining restaurant) E & O Hotel, Penang on Valentine’s night. Wine, women, and song (not necessarily in that order)

There’s my workstation above (wine not included) ;-)

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A wonderful weekend escapade

September 26, 2009 saw me turning 49, and Mike (my boss) was so kind as to let me stay a night at the E & O—there is really no other hotel like this fine establishment. The moment you walk into the hotel and soak up the ambience, you know you’re in for a treat. Oh and before I forget, a big thank you to all of you who sent me birthday wishes via Twitter, Facebook, email, Windows Live Messenger, etc. It’s very much appreciated.

So it was that I checked myself in on Saturday afternoon, and was given Room 303. This is one of the deluxe sea view rooms. I have a wonderful view of the sea, sunrise and sunsets, and also the swimming pool.

Just makes me want to swim in it

Here’s the way to my room on the third floor (the present wing has only 3 floors, so the elevators are fast)

Corridors of Power? Nah

Room 303 was simply glorious. There was a living room with the usual amenities—TV, coffee and tea provided, a kettle, broadband access (but I don’t have a laptop yet, wah!), iron and ironing board, a personal safe, etc. Two very comfortable twin beds (see the following pictures) of course I only slept in one, lol. The bathroom was big, with a long bath, shower, and twin basins. All in all, very nice (now if only I had a laptop, wah!)

Of course I swam in the pool, which is great for laps because of its rectangular shape. I managed 24 laps on my birthday and 20 laps the next day; no mean feat, because it’s about 60 feet across. I then went to play the piano as usual on my birthday night, and everybody including the boss was wishing me happy birthday—it was absolutely wonderful. Someone even got me a Baileys, lol. I decided to return to my room during a break, and what do you know, these two butlers showed up at my door.

It's Loong and Adam!

My two good friends, Loong (left) and Adam presented me with some lovely birthday cheesecake and belted out Happy Birthday to me (jeez, they sing very well). Not only that, they took pictures and presented me with a personal birthday card (I was absolutely flabbergasted)

The birthday boy

A close-up view

A personalized birthday card with my picture included

Mike and myself at Sarkie's

Me and Loong at the front office

I thanked both of these fine staff and put the cheesecake into the fridge as I already had my dinner earlier and was totally stuffed up. A nice fitting end to the evening!

The next day I had my morning call at 7:30 a.m. and not long after that, went down to the pool for my swim. It was early, there were no other guests, so I did 20 laps. That got me all hungry (as usual) so after a shower and making myself look decent I went to Sarkie’s Corner for the buffet breakfast at around 9:15 a.m. The spreads were amazing, so here are some pictures for posterity. Needless to say I was a real piggy…

Some fruits, corned beef and potatoes, orange juice, and coffee

Cereal, espresso, mango juice, grilled fish, steak, hash browns, etc

This omelette looks a bit like the USA

After this huge breakfast, I just went back to my room and chilled, doing some reading, watching some cable TV, and taking some self-portraits (I brought my trusty tripod along). Here are some of them.

Sitting in the living room sofa, I could fall asleep in it

The beds are extremely comfortable!

Pretty soon it came time to check out. Ah well, never mind, I’ll see this “grand old dame” again the next weekend, and the next… A big thank you to Mike and all the staff for making my stay an enjoyable and memorable one!

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