Somewhere in our society, it became a
stereotype that women always fall in love with the
pianist. Usually this involves the playing of
some emotion-wrenching piece of music, resulting in either
crying or
swooning on the part of the females. Commonly, the subject will
slowly approach the pianist from behind or the side, and submit herself (and her
body) to his will.
While this would be a really neat thing, it's just not true.
I mean...really. Say, for instance, that you're a geek. Or, more specifically, say you're
me. In this case, whether you play the piano or not,
it doesn't really matter. The slick pianist shown in
movies,
tv, and
books, is just...wrong. Most talented pianists are
geek-
nerds. Slightly socially inept,
perhaps a little psychotic.
Eccentrics with a touch of insanity. To put it simply, most of them are
fucking crazy (myself not excluded).
Still, I think it's true that music can bring out the more "
sensitive" sides of the male. It
is one of the most
emotional experiences to channel music, but to think that there is some
mystical ingredient in the the keys that will
automatically make the girls melt, is just...a very cool idea, but still an impossible one.