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By Raina McLeod

Published on September 02, 2009 at 3:00am

When hip-hop thugs G-Unit rap "I move the keys, they call me the piano man," they're talking about transporting loads of happy powder, but when scene king Edison Farrow puts on a party called Piano Man, he's talking real keys, like the black-and-white ones at Crescendos Piano Bar. Each Wednesday, Farrow will bring a different ivory-tickler to woo you with the most harmonious sounds you've ever heard come from a granite bar. Yes, this is South Beach, so the piano is built into the bar. There's no cover charge, and the music will be center stage from 8 p.m. to 1 a.m.
Wednesdays, 8 p.m., 2009