Del Wood: The Entertainer (JERRY LEE LEWIS' FAV. PIANIST)
- 17 years ago
In the cold, diffuse light of a mid-afternoon Sunday in Nashville, Tootsies Orchid Lounge sits at the feet of the Grand Old Opry--dull, drab and gray as slate.
Inside the darkness of the cavernous room with its scuffed maple flooring and echoes of laughter hovers the must of 1951. Dozens glide in circles to the tintinnabulation of her piano's gliss-bliss, unaware of the decay. A palpable sense of history hovers close like saturnine rings of smoke in the surrounding orb of dankness.
Around and around her fingers continue to dance on the keyboard. She's laughing easily and furtively eyeing the girls in Poodle skirts. They glance at brilliantined boys with a blush...all seems to work.
Inside the darkness of the cavernous room with its scuffed maple flooring and echoes of laughter hovers the must of 1951. Dozens glide in circles to the tintinnabulation of her piano's gliss-bliss, unaware of the decay. A palpable sense of history hovers close like saturnine rings of smoke in the surrounding orb of dankness.
Around and around her fingers continue to dance on the keyboard. She's laughing easily and furtively eyeing the girls in Poodle skirts. They glance at brilliantined boys with a blush...all seems to work.