Video Review: Howard Jones “No One Is To Blame”

A man plays the drums. A printing press rolls a sheet of the handwritten lyrics.  The acrobatic levers swing and flip. With his elbow resting on the table, Howard Jones sits and sings.

As the handwritten scroll shows the lyrics, Jones’ head moves from left to the center and then to right. Pieces of torn paper scatter on the piano. A man plays the cello. Jones plays the piano.

The thin, straight lights on the skyscrapers pass through Jones’ face.

Jones continues to play the rotting piano. He raises an axe towards the keys and smashes it.

The acrobatic levers continue to work.

Rating: 1/5

The typewriter sits in somewhere in his basement. It was a gift from a friend, who was trying to move him forward to the modern era. However, the vintage printing press, mums in his office as it unrolls his handwritten lyrics. It chugs along and has gone through a few repairs. Nonetheless, he refuses to get rid of it even though it costs more to fix.

Jones listens to classical music as he stares out the window. Abrasive rock music filters in from the radios of the cars stuck in the traffic jam below. The guitars taint the purity of the strings and he shuts his window. However, the musty odor from the piano stings his noise. The piano was once his greatest find. However, years of playing have caused the insides to shred. Throwing it in the dumpster seems cruel for such a loyal object that held on for as long as it could. He destroyed it with an axe to put it out of its misery.

He grabs a handful of chopped pieces and places them in the trash. In the afternoon, he is greeted by the salesman at the piano store, who leads him to a polished, black baby grand piano. The salesman gives the short of the history of its last famous owner and invites Jones to try it out. It’s just like new, the salesman says. Jones sighs and walks to the next couple of pianos. Each was immaculate, a delicate instrument with some brash edges, the salesman described, as he lifted up the covers. He opts to buy the first piano, hoping to create a story for it.

Director: N/A Year: 1986

Pam Avoledo Administrator
Pam Avoledo spends her time binge-watching classic teen dramas and stands firm in her pro-Leyton stance. She also received her journalism degree in 2006 from Oakland University. Her work has been published in the White Wall Review, Sledgehammer Lit & 45 Magazine.

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