My first job was playing piano in a restaurant. It was a chintzy white upright - budget Liberace - tucked into a corner of Eastwell Manor’s wood-panelled dining room. Some of the silver-haired diners appreciated the stumblings of a sixteen-year old into the blockwork of modern jazz. Some, though, requested songs that no sixteen-year old should know. I’l…
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