I’ve always thought of a piano as a precious thing. The beauty of shape and sound of the Steinway grand piano in my friend Barbara Ekholm’s living room (which is also her teaching studio). The usefulness of the good, old-fashioned, upright in the living room in the home where I grew up (where I took my piano lessons and listened to my mother play “Clair de lune”). The wonderful concert grands you hear in Orchestra Hall or at the Pianoforte Concerts in Chicago.
But I guess not everyone views pianos as precious anymore….and they seem to be becoming a bother in our society. Here’s an article from the New York Times about the very sad disposal of unwanted pianos. Sigh.