I got my piano last night. My folks delivered it, and then four of us guys got to wrestle the beast into the house. It’s an old Marshall & Wendell upright that’s in pretty nice condition. I don’t how how old it actually is yet, but I hope to determine that tonight when I get home and can look up the serial number. And the fun thing is that the piano just happens to match the look and feel of our house, so it looks like it has always been there.
The piano is badly in need of a tuning, so the search is on today to find someone in my area who’s competent, reasonably priced, and willing to drive to my home out in the country to do the job. There are half a dozen different companies listed in the phone book who do piano tuning, so they’ll all be getting a call from me at some point today.
I’m also now on the hunt for a good piano teacher. The last time I was able to take lessons was in the spring of 1998, so it’s been nearly nine years. Most of the playing I’ve done since then has been tinkering. I haven’t had a piano of my own, so I’ve only been able to play whenever I was in a location that had a piano in the living room or on the church platform or the university music department’s practice rooms. Naturally, I’m pretty rusty, but I’m looking forward to getting back into playing on a regular basis and taking my practicing more seriously than I ever did when I was younger. I’ve missed being able to play good music. Also, some of those piano books I’ve had my eye on for a while now (e.g. a good George Gershwin piano book) are starting to look a lot more tempting.
I do need to sit down and make out a list of goals for specific areas of my playing I want to improve upon, since I know whatever teacher I ultimately end up with is probably going to want to tailor lessons to suit my personal objectives.
It feels nice to have my music literally at my fingertips again.