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Digital piano?
Sep. 11th, 2003 12:29 amI think that I am going to take voice lessons. I commented to my mom that one big problem is that I don't have access to a piano (mainly for singing scales and teaching myself to sight-read again). She said that I should get a digital keyboard. Well, I don't think that she realizes how expensive a decent digital piano is. Most lower-end keyboards chop off some of the keys at either end, and I'm enough of a purist for that to bother me (although I'm not likely to be singing at either end of the register -;)). My other problem is space considerations. I have room only for a keyboard; good digital pianos come in a cabinet that makes them look like a normal piano, only a little smaller, and I just don't have room for one.
However, on eBay, there's a listing for a pretty good used digital piano that's missing its cabinet. It's also missing its speakers, but its defects are bringing the price down to where I can afford it (though still not cheap). So I bid on it. The model is still being sold, so if I moved somewhere that I had more room, I probably could get a cabinet for it.
However, I actually have a piano--in Detroit. If I rented or owned a house, I'd retrieve it. When we moved into a house when I was ten, my parents bought a piano. (I think I might have taken lessons again for a while. That would make sense. It's all so vague.) It's an old player piano (built in 1910) that has foot pedals that advance the player piano rolls. It is a blast at parties. I was paying for the storage for a while because I really love it, but then I realized that I might never have a house, so I told my mom to sell it. She then didn't have the heart to get rid of it -;)
That piano scared the hell out of my friend Deirdre (Dge) once. She had been playing piano for years and was quite good. (She also was an accomplished artist, wrote, and sang, and I adored her.) I was talking to Dge on the phone, and another friend was over. The friend (Lisa?) was playing a player piano roll, which happened to be Hungarian Rhapsody. Dge hears the music and says, "Who is playing??"
I explained that it was a piano roll.
She said, "You shouldn't have answered and really scared the hell out of me."
I said something to the effect of "Yeah right. I've learned to read music and play with both hands, and that's about it."
Some of my favorite memories are of Dge practicing the piano. I would hang out with her until about 10:00 PM, and then go home and do my homework. Therefore, I was chronically short on sleep. Dge would practice when we got home from school, and I would take a nap, drifting in and out to the sound of the music. It was lovely, just lovely. (It says something about how tired I was that I could sleep with someone playing the piano two feet away from me!)
However, on eBay, there's a listing for a pretty good used digital piano that's missing its cabinet. It's also missing its speakers, but its defects are bringing the price down to where I can afford it (though still not cheap). So I bid on it. The model is still being sold, so if I moved somewhere that I had more room, I probably could get a cabinet for it.
However, I actually have a piano--in Detroit. If I rented or owned a house, I'd retrieve it. When we moved into a house when I was ten, my parents bought a piano. (I think I might have taken lessons again for a while. That would make sense. It's all so vague.) It's an old player piano (built in 1910) that has foot pedals that advance the player piano rolls. It is a blast at parties. I was paying for the storage for a while because I really love it, but then I realized that I might never have a house, so I told my mom to sell it. She then didn't have the heart to get rid of it -;)
That piano scared the hell out of my friend Deirdre (Dge) once. She had been playing piano for years and was quite good. (She also was an accomplished artist, wrote, and sang, and I adored her.) I was talking to Dge on the phone, and another friend was over. The friend (Lisa?) was playing a player piano roll, which happened to be Hungarian Rhapsody. Dge hears the music and says, "Who is playing??"
I explained that it was a piano roll.
She said, "You shouldn't have answered and really scared the hell out of me."
I said something to the effect of "Yeah right. I've learned to read music and play with both hands, and that's about it."
Some of my favorite memories are of Dge practicing the piano. I would hang out with her until about 10:00 PM, and then go home and do my homework. Therefore, I was chronically short on sleep. Dge would practice when we got home from school, and I would take a nap, drifting in and out to the sound of the music. It was lovely, just lovely. (It says something about how tired I was that I could sleep with someone playing the piano two feet away from me!)
