Thursday, February 1, 2018
1/Objects
An old upright 1888 piano came with this old upright 1860 house. A mouse family lived in a nest inside it. I found a treasure of a piano tuner who restored the piano's interior to its former glory, and I started to play by ear again, something I hadn't done since childhood. It became my daily meditation, my medication, my cardio.
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Do you still play it?
ReplyDeleteDean's mom had an old upright piano in her dining room. No one played it all that well, but it was always played when we visited. I wished we could have brought it back to our house, but it was in really bad shape. Plus I don't know where we would have put it!
I still play, but no longer every day and, sadly, no longer that piano. I'll explain as the blog rolls on. Your concerns about space explain why old uprights sell for so little these days.
ReplyDeleteEnding on "my cardio": be still, my cardio.
ReplyDeleteYou play by ear? I'm jealous. I don't play my 1910-ish piano nearly often enough. I resolve to try.
ReplyDeleteI took lessons as a small child, and later at Lincoln Center when I worked there. But playing by ear was easier, and I was lazy.
ReplyDeleteMali, I read your post about your gorgeous piano! Yes, you should play more. We both should.