Like my house, my piano is quite old. I'm not real sure how old, but I think it was Melissa's great-grandmother's at some point. The piano lives at my house courtesy of my in-laws, who not only let us have it but hauled it up from the steaming plains of South Georgia this spring. Thank you!
I haven't had a piano in seven years, since I was in high school and living with my parents. It takes some time to get to know a new piano, especially if the piano is old.
New pianos are like many new things these days: they do just about anything you want them to just fine. Old things take a little more coaxing, but I think the process is rewarding.
I plunked out a couple of Sufjan songs last night and it made me happy. I'm not sure the sound was worthy of recording and I'm not sure the neighbors enjoyed it that much, but it's good to have a piano again.
Monday, April 23, 2007
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I loved it! You can play anytime you like, baby. Rock out.
I'm SOOOOOOOOO jealous!
Ahh. Thomas has a piano once more. I feel as though a small part of this broken, fallen world has just been restored again, if only for a little while...
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