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Farewell, Old FriendWithin hours of listing my piano as "free to good home" on Craigslist, we have a taker. (Here's hoping he actually comes and gets it!)
Oh piano, bought for me when I was 4 or 5 years old, gracing the dining room of our house in Colorado Springs, I remember plunking out an awkward "Frère Jacques" so many years ago. In fact, that's pretty much the only song I can sit down and play on you still.
Oh piano, stored for a year as I lived in Korea, brought to Louisiana, and stored again as I returned to the ROK.
Oh piano, remember that period in high school where I kept forcing myself to re-learn "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" every Christmas? How silly!
Oh piano, burden of my divorced parents as I was in college's cramped apartments.
Oh piano, victim of my father's Y2K closet fire, smoked like a country ham.
Oh piano, fostered -- badly -- by my friend Colleen.
Oh piano, returned home only for me to realize I will never play you, no matter how much Amanda Palmer (yes, Amanda fucking Palmer) I saturate myself with.
Oh piano, I hope you bring others joy. My joy will come from hitting tensioned surfaces rhythmically with sticks.
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 11:34 AM 3 comment(s)
I badly fostered it? If you mean neglected it, you are correct. And I probably added a couple pounds of cat fur to the innards. Pshaw.
Yup, that's pretty much exactly what I meant, hehe.
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