Forget the Sopranos, Here's the Pianos!

"They probably didn't like you havin' bigger tits than them," Bruce suggests.

After Rick was called in to the examining room, "I got this young blonde smearing cream on my chest," he reminisces fondly. "It wasn't bad."

Steve Satterwhite

Photos by Steve Satterwhite

The piano life ain't all glamour and glitz, for a couple of buttheads

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"He wants to go again," quips his brother. "But his wife won't let him." (Rick found out later that the soreness was probably caused by his heart medicine.)

And the future -- for the Pianos -- looks good. Although they, like most businesses, took a hit after the September 11 attacks, the Rutsky brothers think things will pick up. "We're hoping that Michael will take the Pianos into the next century," Bruce explains. "It'll be handed down to his children and their children."

"Was that a Kodak moment you just had?" Rick inquires.

"Yeah," says Bruce thoughtfully. "I think it was."