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David ilvedson ilvey@jps.net
Tue, 14 Dec 1999 23:40:04 -0800


Very nice!

David I.

Date sent:      	Tue, 14 Dec 1999 23:22:53 -0600
From:           	Robert Goodale <rrg@nevada.edu>
To:             	"pianotech@ptg.org" <pianotech@ptg.org>
Subject:        	T'was the day Before Christmas
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> T'was the Day Before Christmas
> By Robert R. Goodale, RPT
> ---------------------------------------
> 
> T'was the day Before Christmas and all through the land,
> pianists were practicing with left and right hands.
> The music was out on tables and the chairs,
> with the carols in piles all sorted with care.
> 
> Churches were planning their candlelight eve,
> and printing up programs for people to read.
> And in concert halls all over the town,
> stages were readied with lights and with sound.
> 
> When rehearsal time came with voices and laughter,
> the pianos were awful, what was the matter!
> Away to the phone they then went to call,
> to summon the tuner to the music hall!
> 
> Schedules were tight after all t'was the season,
> those who called early knew there was good reason.
> Panic was stricken, they all must be tuned,
> they had to be done and it must be done soon!
> 
> Returning back home from a day full of spinets,
> the phone began ringing in a matter of minutes.
> I answered quite slowly, expecting the worst,
> my feeling was right and I wanted to curse!
> 
> With pencil in hand I new my mistake,
> a long day ahead and I'd have to work late.
> Early next morning with tool kit in hand,
> I dashed off to work on uprights and grands.
> 
> Now Steinway, next Baldwin, a Kohler & Campbell,
> a Mason and Hamlin with an action in shambles!
> Now  Kawai, Young Chang, then a really flat kimball,
> I pounded so much that my fingers were nimble!
> 
> Setting the pins I thought to myself,
> what I need now is a tuning trained elf!
> Then all of a sudden walked through the door,
> a technician who looked like none seen before!
> 
> He was all dressed in felt so neat and so pressed,
> with black sound board buttons down his round chest.
> With bridal strap laces on hammer shaped boots,
> his belt made from string braid around his felt suit.
> 
> Without such a word he gave me a wink,
> then sat at the keyboard and started to plink.
> With great speed his temperament soon was complete,
> then on to the unisons so pure and so neat!
> 
> I went to the next one he followed behind,
> tuning so fast it boggled the mind!
> There could be no doubt this was a technician,
> with powers to pleased the most picky musician.
> 
> Finally the last one he quickly completed,
> there once again his performance repeated.
> Then with a smile he walked to the door,
> exactly the way he had entered before.
> 
> I wanted to thank him for saving my day,
> but outside I noticed he'd left on a sleigh!
> And up in the air I waved with delight,
> "Merry Christmas to you, and have a good night!"
> 


David Ilvedson, RPT
Pacifica, CA
ilvey@jps.net


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