Saturday, October 03, 2009

Home, part 2

My piano. It's a 1966 Yamaha upright, built the same year that I came into being. Sean and I bought it in the summer of 2001, about six months after my dad died, with some of my inheritance money. We went to Waltrip's Music Center in Arcadia and I played Scott Joplin rags on a bunch of the pianos they had for sale; this one was far and away the best. When it's in tune, it has a bright, open sound. It reminds me of the piano on which I accompanied our high school choirs (shades of Glee). My piano is in our living room and is one of the first things you see when the front door is opened.

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