Oh baby....grand?

This weekend my upright piano is getting its guts pulled out of it. One of the low C's doesn't like to play. The hammers are off kilter. It's tuning didn't stick. The poor thing sounds sick. The "action" is deeply troubled. Not unlike my life sometimes.

But lately I can actually say that some of the really awful sounds emanating as I attempt to play Reflections in the Water are actually caused by my piano and not just my awful playing.  The otherwise wispy, dreamy song sounds like a bunch of rhythm-less frogs hopping and croaking. (Admittedly, a bit more practicing would go considerably far in solving the frog problem.)

But when it comes to pianos, I have a drooling problem.  My eyes cannot resist oggling a grand. I can't walk by one without dreaming, drooling. I drive by rich houses, look through their picture windows and see grand pianos standing idle like coffee tables. I'm deeply tempted to knock and let them know that I've noticed a dreadfully ugly space-hogging monstrosity thing in their picture window, and suggest that if they'd like that living room tumor removed, free of charge, I'd be glad to assist. My Russian tuner insists I have to get a grand. He gets grumpy when he comes to tune, and sees my upright still sitting there. He's not all that happy about repairing mine when I could have a grand instead. He's got brands picked out for me. I quite confident he's driven by the possibility of the commission, but I'm willing to ignore that point and be persuaded.

The problem? It's probably not going to fit through my door.  In fact, we're quite confident it won't.

And it probably won't fit through my wallet.

Certainly rebuilding a doorway to fit a grand entrance isn't in the realm of quick home repairs.

But this is my grand dream, in fact its specifically a concert grand dream...I suppose I can live without this particular living room for a practice-hall, but I'll take that Bosendorfer that's front and center.

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More in my wallet range, is my baby grand dream. And this baby's been on the market for a while. I'm hoping this suburban owner will drop the price in desperation to unload it from their living room.  Or I'm hoping to find some random ignorant grandson who inherits his grandma's Steinway grand piano and finds it to be an over-sized elephant-heavy burden. I'll offer to unload it off his back free of charge.

Until then, time to go play Reflections in the Water...despite the broken keys, the sorrowful tones, and misplaced tenderness of my piano, its melody still dreams of passion of the best kind, of loves so far away, of love not yet in reach. In melody, dreams are born anew.

Comments

[Adogg514]

Don't get a yamaha or Steinway. Although popular in America they aren't what you'd want. Compared to the boësendorfer (worlds best piano) or even what I have, a shimmel (second best) the quality doesn't even compare. I suggest going to a place that sells pianos and playing a couple to test them out before deciding on a brand.