Last week, I had a birthday and a visit from a long-time friend. These things caused me to think about my musical heritage. When I began piano at 5 years of age, my parents thought it would be good for me to experience music and find something else to do. At that time, I was the only child in the family. My grandmother lived nearby out in the country too, but she had a piano. My first teacher was very very patient and I loved her. I still remember stories she told about trying hard and practicing daily. I received a piano of my own on my birthday when I was in second grade. Pianos are very important to me. Shortly after my husband and I married, we bought a piano, My children grew up with music and with me teaching at home---always. We bought the piano I now have in the 1970's. Although I have played on keyboards, nothing gives me the pleasure that a piano does. I have recently read that piano and piano stores are disappearing. How sad! Technology can never provide the feeling of a fine piano. I am sharing an article that I found about the death of pianos and would like your thoughts on that. I know people get keyboards based on affordability and convenience, but I had rather have my Knabe piano than eat out or go shopping. I am so glad that my parents gave me this opportunity and saw that I practiced and "hung in there". I threw glorious fits from time to time, but my love for music always won out.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/30/arts/music/for-more-pianos-last-note-is-thud-in-the-dump.html
Please share your thoughts. You do not have to agree with me.
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