About two years ago, I bought a used piano. It didn't cost very much, and I was excited to start playing again.
That makes me sound like someone who actually knows how to play, right? Heh. I had a few lessons when I was 10 years old, but I didn't stick at it. I've regretted my lack of piano playing skills for a long time now, so this inexpensive piano looked like a great opportunity!
Armed with Piano For Dummies, I got stuck in. Oh, except the piano sounded HORRIBLE! It hadn't been tuned in years, so I paid for a man to fix it up for me.
He did a good job, but told me that the piano itself is basically pretty-looking kindling. The pins are knackered, and the cost of replacing them would be roughly the same as buying a new upright piano. Well.
I played it for a while, until the twanging got to be more than I could bear. And now it sits in my living room, collecting junk and dust, as a testament to my ill-advised impulsive purchase habits.
The trouble is, I need to get rid of it, but I feel guilty about getting rid of it. It was going to be a centerpiece in our home! We were going to have sing-a-longs around this piano. I was going to force my kids to take piano lessons and everything. We were going to be a Musical Family.
I've got someone from Freecycle interested in it. Hopefully he will be able to take it off my hands and give it a good home. Otherwise, I'm not sure what I'll do with it. Maybe I'll set it out on the sidewalk with a "Free to a good home" sign. If that doesn't work, I might have to pay to get it taken away to the dump. Failing that, bonfire at the Cookie residence!
I feel like a traitor to all pianists out there for even suggesting the destruction of such a delicate instrument. Oh well, there's always the lime green clarinet sitting on the bookshelf.
Why yes, my house is the place where all unwanted musical instruments go to die.