This piano stood in the entryway of the house I lived in in
2009. The flatmates were mostly pretty awesome and there was a cool view of the
sea (distantly, but there). The children of the house were meant to be having
lessons but I don’t think I ever heard them practising. I do recall a few hours
spent at it myself attempting to play Star Trek music or electronica, neither
of which worked very well, but that’s likely because while I know a bit of
theory, I’m not a piano player at all.
I liked how the ivory was sometimes worn or lost, yet it did
not affect the instrument’s sound at all. Outward appearances are so minor in
the scheme of things, aren’t they?
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