Meme Solís, the timeless pianoman
It’s not the Havana of the 1960s but today’s New York, yet the pianist has sometimes felt they are one and the same. He wakes up at noon in his 25th-floor Manhattan apartment, which has a view of buildings arranged like a scale model on the horizon, where everything human seems momentarily wiped out. The pianist had always wanted to live in New York, and here he is. He went to bed late the night before, as he’s used to being a nocturnal creature. “I worked in cabaret all my life,” he says. “The early morning hours have always inspired me.”
