Originally posted by kenny:
(I fly in my dreams.)
I was flying down *a beautiful* canyon beneath a house I once lived in out in the country.
The *bottom* of the canyon was *cleared* of all the oaks and there was *a huge* patio with *marble* tile floors.
Next I’m in a building where there were several large grand pianos.
They were all closed up and had covers on them.
They were trucked in from *Santa* Rosa California for a wealthy local customer to try out.
(I get *as excited* as a kid in a candy story when I get around pianos.)
I wanted to try them out.
I lifted the fallboard of a Bosendorfer Imperial Grand.
The keys were mostly missing and all the keys that are supposed to be white were black.
There were no sharps.
I went to another piano and it had all the keys missing.
Then two women came in.
They were blond, affluent, slender elegant *ladies* in their 60s who had lots of “work” done so at a glance if you squinted they *looked like* they were in their 30s.
The husband of one of them was the buyer.
More people started coming in and moving pianos around.
I wanted to play them but it got too busy.
I decided to talk to whoever was in charge.
I went to an office.
There were *three very old Germans*, one man and two women.
I told the lady that I am *shopping* for a fine piano and listed several brands.
I pronounced the names as they would be pronounced *in their* countries so she knew I was for real. (Hey - It's a dream.)
She showed me to another room with several pianos that were in various stages of rebuild and a few finished ones.
There was a Bosie upright that almost fell over.
When I saw the keyboard the keys were each about 3 inches wide and were brown.
She asked me to try one grand.
It was very small and the lid was down.
I raised the lid.
It didn’t much resemble a piano.
The rim was a weird small round shape about three or four feet in diameter.
Instead of strings there were bones of animals and I think a *flattened* human skull.
Instead of keys it had forks, knives, spoons and bones.
It made it very hard to play.
I tried to play some Chopin.
It was *hopeless*.
I thought if anything would work on this piano it would be Bach.
So I tried the Goldberg Variation’s Aria.
I sort of could play it.
The music was barely recognizable.
My *fingers* got hung up on the forks and knives.
The people around me thought I couldn’t play very well, even though it was the piano’s fault.
This worried me. [/b]