newfound love for my piano. i've had it for almost 14 years now. just a simple, black yamaha. don't know how many hours i've spent on it but i love it. i remember the piano tuner coming to the house. after an annoying hour of him hitting the same note and tweaking it so slightly i couldn't even register the difference, he would spend about a half hour playing something awesome. piano tuners are always such brilliant players. it was really a treat every time, i remember always being shocked at how good he was. i remember piano lessons on it, i remember hating it at one point, so afraid of taking my practical test in grade 5 that i gave up lessons completely. but i cannot imagine giving up my piano. the keys have yellowed a little bit and dust collects on the top of it but it works just fine, suffers abuse at my fingers and doesn't complain. this video was so sad, like the man said, i can't believe people are throwing pianos away.

what is the attachment between a person and an instrument? it is never the case that something you once loved stops playing music for you but rather you stop wanting to play music, isn't it?