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Teddy is from Alabama..lovely southern drawl and calls all the females "mam". I have known him for about twenty years , a struggling pianist living in a small studio flat in a very chic part of London. His studio appears even smaller than it is.. ,dominated by a grand piano, and, hardly visible, a small sofa bed..The walls have some lovely pictures hiding the damp patches and peeling paint..a copy of a Picasso and a few paintings dedicated to him by various artists unknown to me ,but that means nothing, as i know sod all to a jam tart about art.
When ever I am in his area,(not so often as I would've liked in the last 6yrs) I drop by and can quite honestly, listen to him play for hours..he adores Beethoven as do . He has real talent but apparently not the good luck or right connections to hit the big time ..this doesn't seem to worry him too much.Any way, out of the blue he came down to join our eclectic group...he immediately hit the Steinway and we were all transported...up here in my room ,i can hear Chopin drifting upwards......Anyway after a few drinks, he told me why he had to come down here from London...I'll try to make it brief, as the story is complicated as it is extraordinary.
His real name is Edward ,3 other names) the third. And his parents are livid that he decided to live in London as a musician when he should be back in Alabama running a ranch, and the family fortune...Evidently his dad is about to "peg it" so Teddy is trying to escape his mother and trustees coming to force him back to the old homestead.
Well, he's not having much luck there, as I have just received a call from someone sounding as if they are straight out of "gone with the wind" announcing that she is Edward's mother and is preparing to arrive here very soon..blimey!...husband comes back from skiing in two days...what on earth is he going to make of it all? Bloody hell, i'd better start clearing the place up....things half wrapped for Corsica in every room..oh, i meant to tell you about the dream house no time for that now..domestic chores are calling.
Toodle pip for now ,Morag.