there is a faint metallic buzz on the upper registers of the piano that is slowly driving me around the bend. this in spite of quarterly health visits for pitch issues sticking notes and now, mysterious extra sounds.
the church piano, by comparison, is indestructible in the face of enthusiastic hammering by a succession of conscripted pianists. growing up, our battered yamaha got tuned when it audibly lost its pitch, which wasn't too often, to put it nicely.
perhaps this is the intergenerational decline due to a coddled lifestyle that amy chua talks about.
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