One comes to mind, the Mighty Wurlitzer Theatre organ, which was a fantastic megalomaniac machine, and lived for a very short time, killed by talking movies. Bah, even Brontosaurs died eventually. Again, sorry if I sound negative, this is not my purpose. But truly, I stick on the pleasure I have finding a nice Victorian piano and restoring it, then playing it and fine tuning it, voicing it carefully to my taste, and, why not, sharing the pleasure with some few. I have a friend building clavichords, and who doesn't want to know about pianos (so vulgaire). Good for him, and for me, who happen to love his instruments. But indeed, I ran across a doctor who had three pianos in his living room; after I tuned them (one Bechstein A, one Steinway B and one Pleyel 3 bis), he took me to his private room and showed me his Yamaha PSwhatever electronic keyboard and, with sparkling eyes, asked me to try it, and said to me : "now, that is a piano, isn't it ? ...". Well, while I was clearly disgusted, I must say that nothing can stand in front of the joy that this guy had to share his precious finding. Subjectivity again, subjectivity ! But, when I see the world and the "in" values raising everywhere, I can't say but agree with Ric's insights on the matter. Which of us has a french polished mahogany dinner table in his living room ? Best regards. Stéphane Collin. -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: https://www.moypiano.com/ptg/pianotech.php/attachments/20070103/1a0fc3ac/attachment.html
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