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Gone are the days when men like Paquito Hechavarria entertained a crowded Boom Boom Room at the Fontainebleau, or classically trained pianists like Walter Lena could find a place to sit their tip jar on any given night. Today piano men are lucky to find a place to play, let alone one that will provide a steady gig. Rat Packs and packed houses have given way to retirement homes and random holes in the wall, but while these piano men may grow nostalgic for a time when every night was a scene out of Casablanca, their passion for playing has never waned.
The crowd is thin on a Thursday night at Spyro Japanese and Thai Restaurant on Biscayne Boulevard, right across the street from the Department of Immigration. The room's only air conditioner isn't working, the owner explains apologetically, and the air is stagnant and heavy. But if Sir Lawrence -- tall, thin, and reminiscent of an older John Waters (minus the pencil mustache) -- is uncomfortable in the full tuxedo he dons six nights a week, he doesn't show it. Instead he moves stoically through "Always Chasing Rainbows," "Am I Blue," and "Someone to Watch Over Me," occasionally looking up to make sure his audience approves.
Trade the spicy tuna rolls for caviar, the modern track lighting for chandeliers, and Lawrence's upright for a baby grand, and one could easily be transported to the lobby of the Ritz. Been there, done that, Lawrence could say.
"I played in the Palm Court at the Plaza Hotel, Black Cat, Village Gate, Sign of the Dove -- Barbra Streisand was just across the street at this little coffee shop. Played with Bette Davis ..." Lawrence says as his Southern drawl trails off. "But I don't want to sit here and name a bunch of names."
He may be humble, but his list is impressive. He spent 22 years in London, where he was one of the highest-paid entertainers at the time, he says, offering an old business card that reads "Inspired at Enormous Expense." He played at Morton's, owned by Hard Rock Café founder Peter Morton; met Lady Diana; was friends with Queen Margaret; and married a countess -- second cousin to Queen Anne. "I went through three Prime Ministers," he says as if suddenly surprised by the idea. "That was the best part of my life."
Entertaining British royalty was a far cry from Lawrence's upbringing in rural Tennessee. He left home when he was fifteen and found himself in South Florida. Frank Sinatra, he says, gave him his first $100 bill at the Flamingo bar on 79th Street in the Sixties. "Then there was the Mai Kai on the 79th Street Causeway," Lawrence remembers. "But that's gone too. I think they've probably built a condominium there by now."
After stops in Nassau, New York, and London, he eventually landed in Miami, where he played in hotels like the Carlisle and the Seaview. Then in 1998, after a scheme that wiped out his life savings, Lawrence found himself out on the street. Now living in a hotel, he panhandles during the day and by night plays the songs of Cole Porter, Sinatra, and literally hundreds of others. He imparts all of this with a c'est la vie smile and a chuckle, as if he had merely lost a few bucks in a poker game, and then adds that money has never been important to him.
"All my life I've sort of taken everything and thrown it in a big pot, like a witch's brew," he theorizes. "I don't blame anyone but myself. I still believe there is good in the world. I don't hold a grudge." What he does miss, he says, are the people with whom he's lost touch because he no longer has a phone. "I lost touch with everyone I've known in the world -- and I know people from all over the world," Lawrence relates. "That's what I miss more than the money or the circumstance."
"When I played at the Boom Boom Room, there was dance music on Tuesdays and Thursdays," recalls Paquito Hechavarria, who spent close to a decade playing at the Fontainebleau in the Sixties. "There used to be a lot of dance teachers, because everybody wanted to learn how to dance mambo, cha-cha, rumba, tango. People would make lines to get into that room like there was someone famous inside." And during the hotel's heyday, everyone from Frank Sinatra to Sammy Davis, Jr. to Ann-Margret would come to hear Hechavarria play. Name any celebrity from that era, and there's a good chance Hechavarria played for them. He was at Caesars Palace with legendary Cuban musician Pupi Campo and has recorded for everyone from Ricky Martin to Carlos Vives. In 1995, Hechavarria even released his own record, simply titled Piano.