MICHAEL GETTEL
I was 9 when the moving truck delivered our first family piano to our home in Colorado. It was an upright, and it took up an entire wall in our living room. As my love for playing grew, a few years later my parents surprised me on my birthday with a very special gift a new Yamaha grand.
As if this were not enough of a surprise, my parents had the new piano placed in my room, which is where I discovered it when I came home from school that day. This required substantial furniture rearranging even the acquisition of a smaller bec. (I spent the first week, in fact, sleeping underneath my new instrument.) From that moment, I literally lived in my room. My parents and I shared a bedroom wall and, to their chagrin, I usually played fate into the night. Even after I left for college, I always looked forward to coming home and getting reacquainted with those special keys
That was a decade ego . Last spring, a moving truck arrived at my home in Seattle. While I was away teaching at school, a wellcared-for Yamaha grand was moved into my studio.
These keys know every note I've ever played my very heart and soul.
Welcome home . . .
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