I'd say for me it is Brahms' Intermezzo Op. 118, no. 2
birba- funny you should mention the lecouna malaguena- I used to play that all the time too! I'm curious about what happened that made you stop playing it, but i don't want to pry or anything... a couple years ago it was chopin's scherzo no. 2, but right now i don't really have one. if i had to name a piece it would probably be the the waldstien sonata (but it's kinda sloppy right now ).
Oh well, why not. After all I am talking about 40 years ago. I had just moved to Rome and girlfriend of mine from the states came to visit me. We decided to "do" via veneto - at that time it was still the night life of the "dolce vita". We were having drinks at the paris cafe and we started conversation with 2 men at the table next to us. I guess they thought they had hit the jack pot - two americans out on their own. they were nice, though, and invited us to a piano bar in a big hotel around the corner. Mind you, by this time, I had had a bit too much to drink, and this was when I learned you should NEVER play the piano when you're drunk. We walked in and I noticed immediately one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life. Dark hair, loose around a top-model face, gorgeous figure in a stunning white pants suit. Our hosts informed us she was one of the top call-girls on via veneto. She must have taken a liking to me (I was quite stunning, myself, at that time ) and when she heard I was a pianist she asked if I would play something. And what did I play?My signature piece. Malaguena. And what happened? My fingers were complete mush after all the drinks, and it was a mess. I was never so embarassed in all my life. The lounge pianist was quite kind to me, knowing what had happened and tried to laugh it off. But the damage had been done and I left with my tail between my legs.
She must have taken a liking to me ... and when she heard I was a pianist she asked if I would play something. And what did I play? My signature piece. Malaguena. And what happened? My fingers were complete mush after all the drinks, and it was a mess. I was never so embarassed in all my life. The lounge pianist was quite kind to me, knowing what had happened and tried to laugh it off. But the damage had been done and I left with my tail between my legs.
What is this cascades thing?