For President’s Day — not that there’s a relation to Washington or Lincoln that I’m immediately aware of. I never knew what happened to unwanted musical instruments. Here’s a helpful New York Times video. . .
I have a piano in my home, it’s probably the largest thing in it – maybe the bed is larger, but certainly that doesn’t have as much impact. And it’s revered.
I’m a recreational player, and that comes in waves. What I mean by that is that I’m a creature of habit, and when the habit’s going strong, I’m playing for a bit every day, when I’m reasonably sure most of the denizens of Broken Arms (the apartment building I live in) have gone off to work or school or whatnot.
And I get better, I do notice the dexterity returns somewhat, certain pieces I work at get better sounding. Then, for some unknown reason, I stop practicing. And I have to get myself going to start the process once again. Then I remember how much I love piano music.
I’ve moved this piano (when changing residences) at least three times now, which requires a separate company and special care. I’ve wondered if it’s worth it; there’ve been new scratches each time. But when I hear the sounds it can be capable of, I don’t doubt my decision to get it, and keep it.
One piano got a MUCH better sendoff!
http://www.nbcbayarea.com/news/local/Firey-Goodbye-to-Piano-on-Half-Moon-Bay-Bluff-191612461.html
Surprisingly beautiful!
yes, quite gorgeous. I guess the ritual burning will be more dramatic than a deep sea send-off, like in “The Piano,” though either is more fitting than the junkyard on Long Island.