Ah, now I have read further posts, I can see why the excitement. I have a reeeeal piano. Okay, so it isn't able to sound like a harpsichord (wah), but it does sounds like a real piano, and also has three pedals. Ans is getting tuned tomorrow, yay! Poor thing has been untuned since the last few moves, so it's high time it got its wires checked. Or plucked. Or whatever it is a tuner does with it. For $110, I hope a lot.
I do envy the computer-plugging-in though. Muchly. I tried recording with my crappy little GE tape player (recording the bottom hand to 'chopsticks' so I could then play it back and duet with myself), but it's not quite the same...
Ah, I wish I had a spare room. A shed out the back isn't quite the same. Especially since I'm loathe to put much of anything in it due to the lovely fragrance of rising damp, or mouse, or whatever the manky damp smell is. It needs the carpet ripped out and burned, for starters...
Ja, German books rule. I even have some translated-into-German fiction which mum palmed off onto me once, so I can expand my mind by reading in German things I'd never touch in English...
Oh, Hamish is so very extremely cute. And then some. He's spent tonight being hyperactive and seeing how high up on the couch he can get, so sitting on the arm, the back, on Mark... Life without pets must be sad. And without laughing.
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I have a reeeeal piano. Okay, so it isn't able to sound like a harpsichord (wah), but it does sounds like a real piano, and also has three pedals. Ans is getting tuned tomorrow, yay!
Poor thing has been untuned since the last few moves, so it's high time it got its wires checked. Or plucked. Or whatever it is a tuner does with it. For $110, I hope a lot.
I do envy the computer-plugging-in though. Muchly. I tried recording with my crappy little GE tape player (recording the bottom hand to 'chopsticks' so I could then play it back and duet with myself), but it's not quite the same...
Ah, I wish I had a spare room. A shed out the back isn't quite the same. Especially since I'm loathe to put much of anything in it due to the lovely fragrance of rising damp, or mouse, or whatever the manky damp smell is. It needs the carpet ripped out and burned, for starters...
Ja, German books rule. I even have some translated-into-German fiction which mum palmed off onto me once, so I can expand my mind by reading in German things I'd never touch in English...
Oh, Hamish is so very extremely cute. And then some. He's spent tonight being hyperactive and seeing how high up on the couch he can get, so sitting on the arm, the back, on Mark...
Life without pets must be sad. And without laughing.