I like pianos.I grew up in houses that almost always had at least two pianos - sometimes quite a few more.
My dad was a music teacher for most of my formative years, and usually there was a room modified into a studio where he had private students come.
And the majority of those students were piano players.
There was usually a grand piano in our living room, and sometimes an upright also. One of my favorite childhood memories was waking up in the middle of the night and listening to my dad play.And as an adult, I've picked up old cheap pianos that I'll clean up and tune, and then sell for a profit.
My kids can tell you stories about playing underneath a full-size grand piano we had in Hawaii for about a year.
Fast forward to the present day.
I have an old upright that I bang away on occasionally (going back through a self-instruction book) and have as a tuning practice instrument.A friend was moving suddenly to Phoenix, and had to get rid of a beat-up piano she had paid literally a few bucks at a yard sale. I offered to purchase it, and when I couldn't arrange for it to be moved before they left, just told her to leave it and forget about it.
Today, it finally got moved to my house (with the help of three pairs of missionaries and a one little tiny Datsun pick-up).And I am wondering what the heck I am going to do with it.
