The things you find ...

I am piano-less, sans piano, there is a lack of piano in my life. My lovely little piano, which I've had since I was 7 years old, is in my house in Cardiff being looked after by my lodgers. Ma and Pa didn't have room to take it, well, they did have get rid of my bed from childhood bedroom so they could store the rest of my things. Accomodating a piano on top of all that would have been a bit much.

Anyway.

The university has music rehearsal rooms that we can use. The pianos are, how shall I put it, well played. But a piano is a piano, and Mozart can sound quite 'interesting' with a pub piano twang.

Anyway.

In the corner today was a disused organ, all the way from America. Specifically Ester Organ Co. Brattleboro, Wt. U.S.A. I wonder what the intrument's history is ...