We had the piano guy here today. Our piano needed badly a tuneup, since it was three years since we last tuned it. Normally an A should be 440 Hz, and wind players like me and my husband prefer it to be even higher, 442Hz. Before he came today, we checked it, and it was like 437 Hz. For those of you that doesn't have a clue what I'm talking about, it's impossible for a wind instrument to play together with a piano with that flat tuning. The keys also needed adjustment, so when I ran into this guy last week, I quickly arranged for him to come. He does a great job, doesn't charge too much and is a nice person also. When he was working today I took some shots of the interior in our piano. This was the the most "crafty" pic I got, and it reminded me about what craftsmansship that is behind the making of a quality musical instrument.
Another thing I was reminded about today, was some of the rascals I went to school with at college. I majored in music, and some of the guys in my class the last year, thought it would be a great idea to have a beer during lunchhour on Fridays. It was strictly forbidden to use alcohol at the school premises or even show up tipsy, but they smuggled the beers into a rehearsing studio and enjoyed their beer there. But there was a problem, what should they do with the empty cans? A genious idea was launched: "We flatten the cans and put them into the piano". So thought, so done. The piano sounded odder and odder for every week that went, but it wasn't discovered until the summer vacation when the piano mechanic was called in to tune the piano. He took off the front plate, and out came 76 beer boxes neatly pressed flat! Do I need to say that it became noisy? The class below us was the first scape goats, and I still don't know if the real perpetrators was found.
Our piano contained only dust.