A country named Piano Street........

[ihatepop]

hello everyone,

hehheh....I just got a funny yet interesting thought. I realised that the forum is being run a bit like a miniature country (its not complete, but it has the basics). Imagine this.....

Chapter 1

    Once upon a time(still happening), there was a small country called Piano Street. Mind you, PS is NOT the name of a street where all they sell is Steinways, Kawaiis and Yamahas. As I said, it was a country, and the citizens of Piano Street lived happily, despite the commen arguments about religion, race and piano. Lets just call the citizens PStizens. Among the PStizens, there lay great minds (who are the main characters in this story)

(Start imagining the scene from here)

   Among the great minds, one was a funny guy, and also a major sheet music collector. Mr thalbergmad owns a big office building near the center of town. The name of his company was 'thal's sheets'. Everyday, the office ships out huge amounts of sheet music to other PStizens who request sheets. Despite his fame in PS, he remains a humble and generous guy, always striving to make everyone happy, and refusing any reward. His company suffers stiff compitition from other major companys.

(My hands are aching)

   Yes! My hands are indeed aching, but a certain PStizen never fails to impress me with her fast typing and river of words which appear to have no end. Working in an office building next to 'thal's sheets', pianistimo owns the only printing company in PS. Her newly opened newpaper 'dear pianistimo' shot her up to the position of a box office sell out movie star, due to her constant jokes and funnys in her newspaper.

  When PS was first discovered, the great Sir nilsjohan brought a huge group of people, which started out in the creation of a new city. One of the first settlers of PS was a friendly guy who caused a great wave of sensation and knowledge around PS, and his name was Sir bernhard, who is suspected to be a prince(heaven knows why). He founded the first music school in PS(which is still standing and having students. Being a music educator, PStizens flok to his school for some advice, and he never fails to satisfy his supporters.

(to be continued.....(if this topic gets some support, that is))

If you great minds have not seen your names in this story, don't worry, I just want to rest my hands for a while before I continue (Maybe tomorrow). So, what do you think?

ihatepop
 

[Kassaa]

A fun and good topic! I think you should go on with it .

Bernhard should work in a temple or something!

[ihatepop]

A fun and good topic! I think you should go on with it .

Bernhard should work in a temple or something!

Thanks for the support.

I'll continue with the story maybe tomorrow.

ihatepop

[instromp]

That was something nice and fun to read  .You must continue the story,i want to read more

[ahinton]

That was something nice and fun to read  .You must continue the story,i want to read more

That's pretty good for a 10-year-old - or 12-year-old - or whatever other age it may be that it might on occasion appear to suit certain other forum members rightly or wrongly to pin upon you. No, seriously - do go on with it; it could indeed be quite entertaining!

As long as the country concerned does not end up being "run" by the kind of self-styled supremo under whose premiership UK and US currently suffer, it might well be a country to which it is worth emigrating!

Best,

Alistair

[ihatepop]

I'm not that free now, but I WILL continue the story, maybe next week or later. Anyone who wants to add in any paragraphs is free to do so. Have fun!!!

(This story is an open story, that means you can also contribute to it.)

ihatepop

[ihatepop]

Chapter 2

This paragraph brings us from the city of PS to a small street, a less well known place of PS. The name of the street is called 'Chopinian', where many fans of Chopin live. There are also other streets with the names of other great composers, such as 'beethoven alley', 'mozartian' and 'sobaji street'. It is proberly a coincidence that 'mozartian' was named after a famous mozart lover, who now lives in the most prestigious house in 'mozartian'.

Every year, musical fans (including PStizens) come from all over the world to celebrate the annual 'Composition Olympics', founded by Sir nilsjohan. Every year, hundreds of composers sign up for the auditions on the stage of the musical stadium, where judges decide which composers are worthy enough to enter the finals. Out of the thousands that register, only 10 enter the finals and face of in the most exciting contest(besides the piano recital contest, which is also held in PS), held in the musical stadium. The host of this contest is Kassaa, and the judges are ahinton, mozartian and thalbergmad. The winner of each contest is rewarded with a huge set of the world's most famous music, and a new house anywhere in PS(free, of course).

(to be continued)

Enjoy!!I'll do the rest next time I come into Pianostreet.

ihatepop

[nicco]

Chapter 3

It was just a regular day in PS when suddenly the country was invaded. The invaders brought foul language and sped up videos, and their weapons was metronomes set on the highest speed. It was indeed the much feared "DaSDC". They killed all pianostreeters except ihatepop, who they tortured (for an unknown reason). As the smoke settled, a light struck down from the sky. It was in fact pianistimo, who had returned to life and revived all PianoStreets inhabitants, who immediately took back their beloved country. The pianostreeters fortified the countrys borders with giant speakers playing only music in the tempos of Largo, Adagio and Andante. DaSDC dared never enter again.

To be continued

[ihatepop]

It was just a regular day in PS when suddenly the country was invaded. The invaders brought foul language and sped up videos, and their weapons was metronomes set on the highest speed. It was indeed the much feared "DaSDC". They killed all pianostreeters except ihatepop, who they tortured (for an unknown reason). As the smoke settled, a light struck down from the sky. It was in fact pianistimo, who had returned to life and revived all PianoStreets inhabitants, who immediately took back their beloved country. The pianostreeters fortified the countrys borders with giant speakers playing only music in the tempos of Largo, Adagio and Andante. DaSDC dared never enter again.

Yeah. yeah. yeah......can't I have a quick death or something?

ihatepop

[ihatepop]

Chapter 4

It was year 1987 when a deadly disease outbreak occured in PS. Evil mad scientist ana lingus(who was undercover)created a mutant virus that could spread through sounds, including music. Anyone who was listening to the sound at that moment would imediately be infected. Huge rashes would appear on the arms and hands would stiffen and would not move. Brave epedemictologists(sp) raced around PS, desperately trying to track down the source of the disease. People were appearing in hospitals, and scientists were sweating their nuts out to find a vaccine.

ana lingus was soon found and apprehended, but refused to reveal the method of creating the vaccine. He addmitted that he had hidden the vaccine plans somewhere in pianostreet. Chief officer nicco lead a group of officers with a huge batch of earplugs throughout PS, searching for the hidden vaccine. It was a race against time, as ana lingus also revealed that if the vaccine was not used within 72 hrs, the effects of the virus would be permenent.

The brave and courages nicco found the vaccine plans and raced towards the PS medical laboratory. But during the rush, his earplugs fell out(not funny)and he was infected by the disease. He burst through the doors of the lab and due to the lack of energy, collasped on the floor after handing the plans to the scientists. The scientists created the vaccine and all PStizens infected were cured, including nicco. nicco was honoured as a hero and a huge statue of him was erected and placed beside 'thal's sheets'.(to be continued)

note to nicco: could you mark your paragraph as 'Chapter 3' and write '(to be continued)' at the end of the paragraph? Thanks.

ihatepop

(I hope everyone is reading this)

[ihatepop]

Chapter 5

In 1989, Sir nilsjohan created and pronounced the very first PS airport open. It was a historical moment in the history of PS. Everyday, dozens of airplanes arrive and depart from the airport. Not only is the airport an airport, it is also a mega shopping mall, full of shops that sell clothes and food and anything that your heart desires. The PS airport acheived many medals. The medal for 'best service','super safety','biggest airport' and 'most environmentally friendly'. The 'mef' medal was partially acheived by instromp, who invented a system that allow the PS planes to create energy out of wind and water.

In that same year, scientist debussey symbolism migrated from his mother country to PS, and realised that there was very little technology in PS. He suggested a satellite used for transmitting radio waves, radio, and cell phones and internet to nilsjohan. nilsjohan ecepted the suggestions gratefully and all of that was estalished. Now, the PStizens can relax at home, listening to their favourite classical music radio channel, and surfing the net.

(to be continued)

ihatepop

[pianowolfi]

Ihatepop forgot to mention that famous nicco was also the genius who invented the Dvorph. That is a measuring unit that allows all pianists to rate exactly up to infinite decimals how hard or difficult a piece is to play. So all the wordy discussions about what the hardest pieces are and so on are now innecessary. Great inventor of the Dvorph Nicco was awarded with the prestigeous official pianostreet award for the best innovation 2006. Nicco is now allowed to add the letters GIOD (Great Inventor Of the Dvorph) to his name. (GIOD must not be confused with GOD, which is another award only for members with over 5000 posts)

(to be continued)

[debussy symbolism]

In that same year, scientist debussey symbolism migrated from his mother country to PS, and realised that there was very little technology in PS. He suggested a satellite used for transmitting radio waves, radio, and cell phones and internet to nilsjohan. nilsjohan ecepted the suggestions gratefully and all of that was estalished. Now, the PStizens can relax at home, listening to their favourite classical music radio channel, and surfing the net.[/b]

(to be continued)

ihatepop

For the record I am not a scientist, although not necessarily not interested to some extent in it. I do however like to have facts backing up any sort of claims though.

[ihatepop]

For the record I am not a scientist, although not necessarily not interested to some extent in it. I do however like to have facts backing up any sort of claims though.

Yeah, I just wrote that for fun to put you in as a character.

ihatepop

[ihatepop]

Chapter 6

In this chapter we discuss about the secrecy of a large building located near central park in PS. On the wall of the large building, there is a digital sign board that continuesly flashes the words 'Moderators Inc.'. Sir nilsjohan announced to all PStizens during a public 'Meet the People session' that the building controlled the entire PS, and that the actions of the citizens are continuesly being recorded and taken note of. This is how Sir nilsjohan manage to take note of everything that is happening in PS. However, the building is strictly off limits to all PStizens, besides Sir nilsjohan. Besides him, no one has been seen coming out of the building.

Sir nilsjohan also revealed that although not a large number of people work in the building, he had only worked with a few of them, while the rest of the identitys remain a mystery. One specific person caught the attention of PStizens, in a newspaper report in 'dear pianistimo' in 1992. A PStizen claimed to see a person through a small window in the building through his powerful binoculers. He saw the nametag of this person, which read 'webmaster'. As the sun was shinning really brightly on that person's face, the nametag was the only clear sight which the person got. The serecy of 'Moderators inc.' has captured the imagination of many PStizens, including phil13, whose latest composition was bassed on the mystery of 'Moderators inc.' Due to lack of information about the building, this mystery remains at a moot point.

(to be continued)

ihatepop

[wishful thinker]

Chapter Seven.

In an otherwise quite corner of town, just down from Pianistimo's drivel factory, lies Cobbler's Alley.  Here lurks mysterious denizens that come out of their tumbledown tenements at random times to Hijack threads (the fanastic stave like streams of consciousness upon which all things in PS are formed).

There is no knowing when these evil Trolls will appear, but when they do, dragging threads and their hapless contributors up Cobbler's Alley, terrible things can happen.  Luckily Mr Hinton has his house nearby, at Reality Checkpoit, and is ready to dash out and lure the threads back, by playing a haunting melody on his Upcoming World Premier (a kind of mechanical piano that involves a lot of sucking and blowing  . 

[ahinton]

Luckily Mr Hinton has his house nearby, at Reality Checkpoit, and is ready to dash out and lure the threads back, by playing a haunting melody on his Upcoming World Premier (a kind of mechanical piano that involves a lot of sucking and blowing  . 

Haha! Were this literally true, however, it might well prove abit physically uncomfortable for poor Mr Powell, who is going to have have quite enough to do already without the additional burden of "a lot of sucking and blowing"...

Best,

Alistair

[wishful thinker]

additional burden of "a lot of sucking and blowing"...

ah yes, sorry, that would be Mr Pianolist performing his push-ups 

[ahinton]

ah yes, sorry, that would be Mr Pianolist performing his push-ups 

Indeed - just what I thought, actually, but you got there quicker than I did! I hope, however, that Mr Pianolist does not do this on the evening of 11/11, as he will be gracing the audience with his august and illustrious presence at The Warehouse on that occasion and so such activity would still be something of a burden to Mr Powell in that he might find it off-putting, especially if Mr Pianolist sits on or near the front row...

Best,

Alistair

[wishful thinker]

The Warehouse.  Is that in the red-light district of PS?  (given the spelling issues discussed elsewhere)

[pianolist]

The moment my back is turned, out come the knives!

Mr and Mrs Pianolist both intend to grace Mr Ahintonwewillgo's soirée. Sucking and blowing are not activities in which they indulge in public, at least not hitherto, and especially not in the front row. That's just wishful thinking! 

[ahinton]

The Warehouse.  Is that in the red-light district of PS?  (given the spelling issues discussed elsewhere)

No - that's The Whorehouse - and, for the record, Jonathan Powell will not be playing my piece in the latter...

Best,

Alistair

[ihatepop]

Uh....is it ok if everyone who posts a new chapter bold it and write (to be continued) below?

Thanks,

ihatepop

[wishful thinker]

Chapter Eight

Meanwhile, down on Blind Beggars Lane, there's trouble brewing at the Church of the Poisoned Mind : bats in the belfry 

Lay preacher Pianistimo is waving her hands and wailing "Elohim, Elohim, why have you forsaken me?  This church is in dire peril, and I had to fight to make it mine!"

Young Boy George, the Head Choirister, crys out "just move your feet and you'll be fine"

At which point Pianistimo does a jump to the left, thereby releasing the button on the floor marked "No Bells and Smells" and there is a great peel from the belfry as the bells ring out the Magnificat.

The bats disperse and Vespers can proceed in peace 

...to be continued...

[ihatepop]

Chapter Eight

Meanwhile, down on Blind Beggars Lane, there's trouble brewing at the Church of the Poisoned Mind : bats in the belfry 

Lay preacher Pianistimo is waving her hands and wailing "Elohim, Elohim, why have you forsaken me?  This church is in dire peril, and I had to fight to make it mine!"

Young Boy George, the Head Choirister, crys out "just move your feet and you'll be fine"

At which point Pianistimo does a jump to the left, thereby releasing the button on the floor marked "No Bells and Smells" and there is a great peel from the belfry as the bells ring out the Magnificat.

The bats disperse and Vespers can proceed in peace 

...to be continued...

...........

this story is getting out of hand, my story was actually a describtion of PS, not about the 'wierd' and small details...

please....

ihatepop

[wishful thinker]

Then please carry on in the manner you intended