Billy Joel’s
“Piano Man” is an iconic sing-along and is frequently requested at the exact
kind of gig it describes. While there is considerably less drama on an average
piano gig, Mr. Joel’s song does describe the challenges of this work.
The best
pianist in the area occasionally calls me to sub for him at his steady piano engagement.
It’s one of the better gigs in town, a long-established restaurant with a nice
atmosphere, friendly staff, no gear required, and decent compensation. I have
been doing work like this for many years and have learned that the
qualifications have little to do with piano technique in the normal sense of
the phrase. The more piano you play will be in inverse proportion to your
success. The function of the music is to add to the ambience of the evening for
the patrons and make them stay a bit longer, have an extra drink, and leave
feeling their money was well spent.
Earlier in the
week someone asked me how many songs I normally play during a piano gig so I
decided to keep track last night. After every two or three songs I wrote down
the names, and was surprised when I counted them this morning. Between 6 and 10
p.m. I played 79 songs, almost twice what I would have guessed. My breaks on
this gig are fairly short; in total I probably played 3-1/2 hours worth of
piano. You can do the math. Some of the songs were medleys, but I don’t feel
that they were short versions. If you could see the set-up in this particular
restaurant, you would notice that there’s no space for music to be placed in
front of you. The lid on the piano is closed and there is no room for a music
stand. This requires that the pianist has an extensive memorized repertoire; a
list of the songs you actually know is a great help. My first song of the
evening, at 6 p.m., was a lovely ballad from the 1940s, “These Foolish Things”
and my last song, at 10 p.m. was Elvis’ “I Can’t Help Falling in Love With
You.” The selections covered tunes from eight decades.
What guides
the choices? I draw an analogy to a Pandora station selection called “Dinner
Party Radio.” The songs it yields fall under a category I describe as: “no one
dislikes these songs.” You may not love all of them, but how can you dislike
“Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay,” “Fly Me to the Moon,” or “My Girl.” My song
choices are guided partly by this principle, with a caveat that I’m trying to
play a wide variety of styles. Amongst last night’s selections: “On the Street
Where You Live” and “Edelweiss” from Broadway; “My Way,” the required Sinatra;
Bach’s “Minuet in G” for my token classical number; a few Beatles tunes; and
“Fire and Rain.” Who doesn’t like James Taylor? And with this blog in mind, I
included “Piano Man,” challenging myself by doing it in D flat.
It was a slow
night for audience interaction. No happy birthdays to play and only two
requests. “It Had to be You” was an easy one, but I was almost stumped by a
patron’s request for the theme song from the Freddy Martin Orchestra. Freddy
Martin! He led a sweet swing band and I had this vague recollection that his
theme song was an adaptation of a classical number. When I asked the requester
to hum a few bars (which rarely works) I followed with, “wasn’t it a classical
number?” And he goes, “Yes! A
Tchaikovsky piano concerto.” That did it for me — enough to remember the first
four bars and fake the rest. He seemed happy and exclaimed, “yes, that’s it!”
On occasion
when I solicit requests from a table, a person will say, “well what if you
could make a request, what would you like to hear? Play that.” And indeed I did
last night, choosing a song I recently learned, “Hymn to Freedom” by Oscar
Peterson — a Gospel-inflected number that is soulful but restrained enough to
fit the setting.
I know for a
fact that a significant number of substitute pianists have been hired and not
called back for this gig. They may not know the reason, but I do. People like
to sing along with songs in their head, especially the ones they love. If
you’re playing a song that they love, and you disguise it in a style that
demonstrates your own technique instead of celebrating the song, people will
not respond, your tip jar will reflect it, and your phone will ring less.
If you’re
playing on a piano that doesn’t have much to give, don’t make the mistake of
trying to get out of it more than it has. Look around the room. Are people
leaning close to each other because they can’t hear over your piano playing?
Figure out what is required on the date and subdue your ego accordingly. You
can take pride in demonstrating the considerable skill necessary to fulfill the
requirements for the gig. It’s not that hard. Just memorize every song ever
written in every style imaginable, and be able to fake the ones you forgot to
learn. But don’t take my gig.
You might also
enjoy The Tip Jar, another entry of mine concerning the logistics of playing a
solo piano gig.