#pianoromantic

[fernandodelina]

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" Hay días que el piano quiere contarme su sentir, y lo escucho a través de mis manos ". #fernandodelina #delinamusic #piano #pianoromantic #pianocomposer https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz1cCtclObR/?igshid=mawmwtxstwfs

[lifecrystals]

Okay, so I'm not a Bruno Mars fan -- largely because his music's incredibly overplayed on the stations I listen to, and also because it typifies the weird pop-ballad music that's coming from a lot of male artists of late, which doesn't appeal to my particular tastes.  With a few exceptions (frex Cee Lo Green and Mumford & Sons), a lot of what I've found most interesting and appealing in music of late has come from female artists. Perhaps as a result of this, prior to today, I had never seen the music video for Bruno Mars's song "Grenade." Peculiarly, the song became much more interesting and enjoyable once I learned that it was a heartbroken paean to the upright piano that betrayed him. In this video, as far as I am able to understand, Bruno Mars has had a stormy relationship with his upright piano -- although he is ready to commit, the upright piano has been standoffish.  Recently, however, the piano told Bruno that if Bruno was willing to take their relationship public, the piano was ready to move in together with him, into an apartment that a pretty female human was willing to rent out to them. Bruno Mars then sets out on a journey in which he traverses hill and dale with his upright piano, displaying their relationship proudly before the world.  During this time, he faces harrassment and discrimination from members of the community for being in love with a piano -- everyone from homeless people to tattooed gang members to members of the clergy scorn him for his attraction to his piano.  Yet, through it all, despite all the slings and arrows, he perseveres: and at last they arrive at the apartment, only to find that the woman does not appear to have offered to rent it out at all: she's living there with her boyfriend. Bruno Mars is wounded, but perhaps not entirely shocked: perhaps he should have known there was no way the upright piano would truly take their relationship to the next step.  Shattered by this cruel betrayal, he drags the upright piano out to the nearest set of train tracks, where we are led to believe that he commits murder-suicide of the upright piano and himself. I'm sorry your piano didn't love you enough, Bruno Mars.  I know how much it would've hurt to know that while you'd catch a grenade for your piano, take a bullet for it, or face any number of other deaths, it would never return the favor.  Indeed, it seems almost pathologically incapable of doing so. For never was a story of more woe than this of Bruno Mars and his piano.