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Robert F. Trucios: classical piano
The piano, a bruised Brambach baby grand, lies at rest in a quiet corner of
the still majestic grand lobby of the Cooper Arms, one of a handful of
resort high-rise beach apartments and hotels to pop up on the shoreline of
Long Beach in the 1920's. This cool ornate interior serves as a communal
living room, echoing with activity and sheltering the building's residents
and visitors from the noise of the world outside.
I descend the elevator, say my hellos and walk to the corner of the lobby,
music in hand.
I sit down and play for a while.
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