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On 5/15/2012 8:15 AM, Euphonious Thumpe wrote:
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cite="mid:1337094929.61481.YahooMailNeo@web114717.mail.gq1.yahoo.com"
type="cite"><span> Almost every piano made when he lived was
made with a "God is watching us" type ethos of craftsmanship. (
Which we see in nearly all 1880-1915 era pianos, and just about
everything else made then.) While I agree we should strive to do
the best job possible, is it really worth risking one's sanity
on some truly awful specimen? </span><span>(A "Grand" brand
spinet comes to mind, along with some of the worst Kimballs.) So
cheaply made that it severely twists with each pass of the
pins??? I'd rather save my sanity and tell the customer the
piano will only sound so-so, regardless of how much of my
life-force I expend on it, charge them accordingly, and offer to
help them find a better one.</span></blockquote>
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I totally agree about the level of work found in pianos from
this era. And I agree for the most part with realistic talk to
the owner, and with the idea of helping them find a better
piano. The exception, I feel, is for owners who can't possibly
afford any better piano, and/or consider buying their little
worn out Currier spinet to be the fulfillment of a life-long
previously frustrated desire. There are a few people out there
like that, who have wanted a piano since childhood, and at age
50, this is the one they could manage to get. They can bond
deeply to whatever piano they acquired, and I never want to ruin
their enjoyment of it by sneering at it. "First do no harm." <br>
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I keep seeing talk of "losing one's sanity" doing this or that.
While it's a striking phrase, when it comes to tuning a Grand
spinet (aka "artist console" via decal on the front, so I called
it "lying bastard") I don't feel that tuning such a little lump
of misery to the maximum (but nearly microscopic) level it is
willing to accept in any way threatens anyone's mental health. <br>
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It's just a matter of fiddling with the compromises available,
and judging which feels the least objectionable today. One knows
it's going to end up horrible; but one also knows it will be
nowhere near as horrible as it was when one arrived. <br>
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What is stressful about this? Stress comes from a lack of skill
or from trying to impose impossible standards, or from being
caught in between two people with authority who demand
conflicting things. A waitress, trapped between a stubborn cook
and a customer making unrealistic demands is in a stressful job.
But tuning a crummy little piano? We know what to do with such
beasties, and we just do the best we can, pouring in a
reasonable amount of work and concern. (After all, the piano may
be junky but the owner isn't.) What we get is what we get. We
keep trying to tune it a little better, knowing about where the
limits are, and knowing that we can't spend five hours on one of
the things. Who me, worry? <br>
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Ted Sambell once read a little sentence, probably from Britain,
where someone talked about excellent piano tuning requiring a
nervous sensitivity bordering on neurasthenia. He and the class
had a good guffaw about that idea. But here it comes around
showing its ridiculous head again, asking to be taken seriously.
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To grotesquely paraphrase Shakespeare, people have ended up in
padded rooms wearing straitjackets -- but not from tuning
pianos. <br>
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