Most of you probably don't know that in my Elementary days, I was big into piano. Starting at age 6 or 7, I began lessons & practiced everyday for an hour or so. And then I got to Junior High and, like all good teenagers, didn't want to tie up precious moments of my life in practicing when I could be socializing (in any of its forms: sports, debate, the phone, etc).
Life went on, and I buried my love of this great big clunky instrument. That is, until this weekend. I saw one posted on Craigslist in the "free stuff" section and decided to email and see if it was still available. It had only been posted a few minutes earlier, but Craigslist people are rabid. Seriously. But I somehow managed to be the first one to email (out of thousands over the next several hours), and I got it! I hired professional movers for $180 - because it's a mint condition piano and I didn't want to fuck it up in the move - so in the end it wasn't completely free.
The movers.. that is a whole 'nother blog post! Creepy. More on that later. But for now, here's a picture of my baby, safe in her new home. She was born in 1993 in the great state of Indiana, and her name (for the time being) is Kimball. She's open to suggestions for a name change though.
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Wait a second...a free piano in good usable condition? Score!
I was reunited with my piano when I moved, and it was a happy time. Pic is here. You can even see my cello and -- if you look carefully beneath the piano, on the left -- my violin. Now, have I played any of these instruments since moving? The piano, briefly once or twice. The strings? I'm scared of the sounds that I will produce.
Not just usuable condition, absolutely gorgeous condition - inside and out. I haven't even had it tuned yet (it'd be silly to tune it until after a week or two when it's adjusted to the different humidity) but the sound is still fantastic. And it came with the original bench. And all of the original tags and brochures inside the piano. It's a piano orgasm.
How were you with the violin and cello before you stopped playing? I bet if you had a good handle on them before, you'd probably be a little rusty but get up to speed quickly. I was surprised at how much (and yet how little) my fingers remembered. Not quite like riding a bike though. :)
I was not terribly good. I wasn't terribly bad either, but...definitely not bad. John Henry was a violinist. I was not.
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