I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality. ~H.A. Overstreet
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Posted by Mike on September 24, 2009 at 12:28 pm
There is something very moving about a beat up piano like this. I wonder what tunes have been played on it. I imgine blues and honkey tonk but it may have been Chopin or a child truggling with scales.
Or all those things.