Pianissimo Purgatorious In Pahrump
Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 8:12 pm
125 degrees farenheit. . . check
pungently lingering cat pee . . . check
the most unbelievably stubborn old lion-hearted piano . . . check
a not-yet-dead creative process, hit notes and let them organize themselves . . . check
This piano still lives by dint of God Knows. I am grateful. It could not hold adjustments until I liberally bathed the tuning pins with Diet Coke and tapped them all with an apology and a hammer. I got three hours of playing before another string let go with a pow! and a hiss as it recoiled under the other strings. Then it let me compose another little piece before the notes began to get muddy again. This preliminary test was closer to the end of the four hour tuning marathon, and the lower end sounded pretty good . . .
(preliminary)
The "final" (nowhere near what I wanted to develop it to, but I was losing the tune and the candles) is drowned out by crickets that have taken up residence in the "residence".
("final")
The decent-enough play-through prior to this one with an annoying ending, was wrecked by a dog fight outside. Such is the life of the itinerant rural recording artist.
Colin
(p.s. I won at Gin Rummy)
did I mention that I went to Death Valley? more pictures to come . . . .
pungently lingering cat pee . . . check
the most unbelievably stubborn old lion-hearted piano . . . check
a not-yet-dead creative process, hit notes and let them organize themselves . . . check
This piano still lives by dint of God Knows. I am grateful. It could not hold adjustments until I liberally bathed the tuning pins with Diet Coke and tapped them all with an apology and a hammer. I got three hours of playing before another string let go with a pow! and a hiss as it recoiled under the other strings. Then it let me compose another little piece before the notes began to get muddy again. This preliminary test was closer to the end of the four hour tuning marathon, and the lower end sounded pretty good . . .
(preliminary)
The "final" (nowhere near what I wanted to develop it to, but I was losing the tune and the candles) is drowned out by crickets that have taken up residence in the "residence".
("final")
The decent-enough play-through prior to this one with an annoying ending, was wrecked by a dog fight outside. Such is the life of the itinerant rural recording artist.
Colin
(p.s. I won at Gin Rummy)
did I mention that I went to Death Valley? more pictures to come . . . .