Another favourite corner has this old thing in it…
I used to play all the time. I mean, all the time, when I was a kid. I played for exams and I played for fun and I auditioned in Composition for the Conservatorium in Sydney when I finished high school, and was accepted, but decided to go and study Medieval History at Sydney Uni instead.
We still have a relationship, the piano and I, but it's no longer solely monogamous. I like the guitar too. And I flirted with a saxaphone at highschool, I'll admit. It was fun. Short-term though.
The piano, we're long term. I've introduced it to my children.
This is Tilly (today.)
This was Henry in 2006 in Brisbane (which is my excuse for why the child is not clothed. It's HOT in Brisbane.)
This is a photo of when the piano was new (to me – it's about 80 years old) and didn't need the serious dusting it requires now.
Yes OK, I threw that one in because I wanted to look at that little dude again. Check the curls!
Oh, little man. I hope one day you have a piano that you can watch being moved from house to house by skinny tattooed fellas called 'Tiny' who lift it like a shoebox and hurl it into trucks.
It'd be awesome if playing something, whatever you like, brought you joy.
Drums? Maybe could we start with a bongo?