metronomical

I am getting my very own piano! My landlord (who is also my "house-mate," although we don't share a living space - I rent a one-bedroom apartment inside the house) said she is excited to hear classical music issuing from the vents! My friend Paul, who is also a classical pianist and Flamenco guitarist, and owns one of the best restaurants in town (Le Pigeon), will be accompanying me to the piano store to spy spinets and tinkle on uprights. I think a little spinet made of cherry or walnut, with a bright resonance, would be just about perfect. A lot of my friends ask, "Why don't you just get a free piano off of Craigslist?" But when you play classical music for 14 years and are accustomed to an instrument that is tuned well, you don't mind sinking a little money into it. And I've been such a cheap-skate lately that I will consider it a long overdue gift to myself.

Time to recoup the sheet music left bookmarked and splayed open at Ritchie's house, and other locales. Pencil-marked Bach inventions and thunderous Rachmaninoff concertos, nom nom.