I've been offering my services as a tuner/tech to friends and family so as to build my skills before I actually start charging. A few days ago I got a call from a friend of my cousin, who told me she had an old upright that her husband, a contractor, recently got in lieu of cash for some job. Nobody in the house plays, she said, but when it was delivered she ran next door and asked her neighbor, whom she described as a "professional pianist" to come play it and tell her if it was okay. "When he played it, it was beautiful, of course," she explained. I went over today. An upscale neighborhood of Los Angeles, near Griffith Park. The instrument needs lots and lots of work the action's a mess and it's missing two strings, but I was fine about that because I badly need the experience. The lady told me more about her neighbor, the professional pianist who played it the day it was delivered and made it sound so good. "He goes all over the world and plays," she said. "I don't know anything about classical music, but it sounded great. He's like famous or something. He really lives in France where he's got like three houses, but when he's in L.A he lives next door with some other guys who are musicians. He always wears red socks." I gaped at her. Yeah. Her neighbor is Jean-Yves Thibeaudet. When I finished work (a long story) she told me to wait because she had to run outside for something. I waited, played with her kids for a few minutes. She came back, breathless, and presented me with a Denon CD of Thibeaudet playing Liszt. It's unreleased in America, she was told by his housemates, who gave it to her to give to me (he's on tour, evidently). She said they apologized profusely that they didn't have an autographed copy for me. What a job, huh? Mickey Kessler
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