She'd had the idea while watching a gardening magazine show - apparently plants had emotions and responded to music and words. Perfect. She stripped down the old grand piano, rejigged the strings and hammers, filled it with grade-A compost and planted the seeds. She soon had a playlist - Rachmaninoff and Chopin went down best … Continue reading STRAWBERRY SWING


A typical midweek night in the hotel bar. The usual collection of travelling business men and insipid locals. I stuck to the set list, occasionally adding a meagre jazz interlude. Gwen was sitting at the bar. Her cheap perfume stank the place out, the attempt at an alluring red dress screamed desperation. By eleven it was deserted. Behind … Continue reading THE PIANIST’S SET LIST