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Originally posted by Steve Miller:
I was surprised to see that there was a Yamaha dealer sharing the parking lot. There were several cars parked in front of the Yamaha place but only one in front of Pianos, Inc. A sole geriatric Town Car was parked next to the door at Larry’s place. Brown, IIRC.
I had brought my daughter. We were shopping for a nice grand and we wanted to see the Bechstein (the only Bechstein), see what made it so great and perhaps hear him play it. Classically trained, you know.
But it was not to be. The Bechstein was enshrined on a platform, and no one, not even Larry, would ever play it. If it had an action it you couldn’t prove it by me.
What I was presented with were two short rows of budget grade Chinese and Eastern European spinets. Not consoles, spinets. I get that this might what sells in Atlanta but it was a huge disappointment.
I was then treated to a one sided diatribe on how the Koreans were destroying the wheel cover market. My daughter was left to fend for herself. That situation did not work for me.
We exited promptly and I never paid any attention to anything he said ever again.
[edit] There was indeed a five pedal Wing Landfill Upright next to the front door. I thought it was the most interesting piano in the place.
Years, years, years ago, while he and I were still the tightest of friends and when my girls were still very young,but after he'd moved from Atlanta to Tennessee, our family was going to vacation in a southern location. The route was going to take us within about three hours of Sweetwater, and I messaged him that I'd like to change our vacation plans to include a side trip to meet him. I tried for probably two months to reach him, but he never replied to any of my many private messages trying to schedule the in-person meeting he'd said many times he'd love to have someday. Imagine - I thought so much of him that I was ready to drag my whole family hours away from their vacation plans, for me to meet a guy they didn't know and couldn't case less about, all the while burning up precious, finite vacation time. I kept trying, almost up until we were packing up the car, and nothing - not a peep from a guy that practically lived on that forum.
The day after we got home, I got a pm from him, apologizing and saying he'd never checked his pms and a had never seen any of my messages, and he was so sorry he'd missed the opportunity to meet. Forget that we'd routinely conversed via pm on almost a daily basis before I mentioned the trip and trying to meet him in person. About a week after that, we received a bottle of mediocre Tennessee wine from him as an apology for "missing" my messages.
I'd understood well before that experience that a lot of his online presence was fiction. This told me that the fiction was probably much more than I'd even imagined. He was literally afraid to meet
It was a weak and pathetic, but very revealing, act. Even if he didn't want to meet, he could easily have made up some reason to say he wouldn't be available during the timeframe. Instead, he just went completely radio-silent.
We still remained very close for quite some time after that, before everything went south, but I never saw him in the same light after that. At that time, he didn't lose my friendship, but he did lose my respect.