Ladies and gentlemen I would just like to take a moment to share my genuine delight for the piano…my piano…my late and great grandmothers piano. Ghosts, of crescendos past.

Ah beautiful monstrosity. Slightly out of tune, a sticky key or three but I love you all the same. How such a hulking piece of lumber can express such a delicate sound still baffles me. The sweet bells of symphony float through my world, travelling high and low right along with me.

I know this in my heart. If my hands turn weak and frail, stricken with carpal tunnel and hardened like impending rigamortis. If they’re glazed over with unsightly puss filled calluses and strewn with the chronic pain of arthritis…I would prefer it be on account of hour upon hour of pounding away on a keyboard made of ivory. Not one of plastic and wire. A side effect of misspent days at the office and long nights surrendered to the screen…forever lost sailing these digital high seas!

lucas