Right said Fred but easy

This afternoon a moment of connection and shifting, as is my way. I’ve never really spent time with Sam. I like him though. He did a baby with my old friend and now it’s six. My old friend and I – we don’t see each other so much now. She is best friends with my ex and I wasn’t the babyfather for said ex. Everything worked out very well for everyone concerned but I had to leave the picture for that to happen.

Still, my old friend offered me cash to pick up a piano type thing. Not an upright, nothing so involved. A good weighted electric thing on a stand. I’ve carried a few over the years in Bergman. I figured it would go, and I was right. I didn’t expect to have help but I had it with Sam, her bloke.

Their son is starting to enjoy piano. He’s getting lessons but he isn’t able to practice between them. They’re being good parents and making it possible. It’s a powerful thing to offer if your child likes it. Nowadays you can plug in earphones and play. When I was a kid, Max would say everything in his power to discourage me, as he really didn’t like having to listen to me hack out scales for hours and hours on the old upright at Eyreton. My social anxiety kicked in (“everyone has to listen to me fail”) and that was that for piano. Slightly reclaimed by my accordion hacking. If only I still had a fucking instrument, damn that Camden fucker for smashing my window I still haven’t replaced it. I hope his next fart follows through unexpectedly.

We moved the piano nice and easily. A busy and unusual household, the sellers – very London. It was forgotten, but still covered in matter, a crusty but good piano. For a six year old it’ll be great.

Now I’m home, pushing for an early bed, lots to think about tomorrow and I’ve had no time to prep. Factory show and costume fitting. Life life fucking life. I love it.

The piano transported super easily. I remember watching that old black and white video by Bernard Cribbins as a small child and internalising the idea that pianos are impossible to move. That was before the Yamaha clavinova etc

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