The Atlantic is one of the few mags I subscribe to...Hopefully this isn't paywalled for you all because it's a beautiful piece of writing and it kinda made me cry.
If it is paywalled, let me know and I'll copy/paste the whole article....it's that good and that worth reading IMO.
I enjoyed that read. The move reminded me of Jon's Bosendorfer arriving in his NYC home via crane through a window opening. You really love your instrument when you do things like that to have it.
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sent that off to Piano*Son, who hasn't much touched a piano in a number of years.
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Thanks for this, Lisa. Nice article! I loved this last paragraph:
You might, I suppose, just get a guitar. Or a harmonica. Both are portable, perfect for dabbling, and invite as much joyous creativity as any musical instrument. But some things in life are meant to be heavy and indebting and antiquated; they are meant to demand regular and highly specialized maintenance; they are meant to bring forward the weight of the past, to urge it upon us, to keep us unreasonably awake. I think about all the years when I didn’t have a piano, when to some degree I believed it impossible, another piece of the past I’d had to leave behind. But the thing about a piano is that it’s too big to disappear; it’s big enough to fight, big enough to find its way to you. “Oh,” my piano said in that outlying showroom all those years ago. “You’re the guy.”
Or as Marlene Dietrich is supposed to have said, "A home without a piano is waiting for something."
That was lovely.
Maybe I should play my piano.
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My home will be waiting for a long time.
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