So, Ibiza.. well I don't even know what to say.
I have never been so happy to listen to RnB in my life. The House scene out there is incredible, but in the day time it gets... well.. monotonous doesn't really do justice to it. But maybe that's just me.
Anyway, one day we found a beautiful little restaurant with a grand piano, as I haven't played in a while I asked to play. It was locked so they said to come back the next day. Well, the next day I happened to be dressed in tiny denim hotpants and a bright pink 'I love Ibiza' top. Needless to say, I looked the part for Ibiza, not a piano restaurant. That has never stopped me before and it wasn't going to stop me then.
In I tottered walking past a woman who was smartly dressed who looked me up and down, rolled her eyes and proceeded to glare at me. I started playing and felt someone watching. I turned around and it was the woman, leaning through the door, eyes wide, mouth open looking absolutely gobsmacked.
This is what I was playing
The moral of the story? If you want to judge a book by it's cover? Go ahead... I love shocking people, I will wear the most inappropriate clothes/attitude for what I am about to play and I find it hilarious...
Your judgement spurs me on even more....