Sign it, Aqualugn!
Tuesday I had some time to kill in a flea market, having been abandoned there by Himself while he went motor shopping in the local junkyard.
There were no fleas worth having so I went to the antique store next door.
In the middle of the floor sat a Victorian era upright piano.
A few tentative pokes found most of the keys still working.
After fiddling about and having to drop 2 octaves because of so many “dead keys” near middle C, in the somber, almost religious atmosphere of the snooty upscale antique market, the other patrons were shocked by the first few bars of a darker version of “Aqualung”.
[I tried to pick it out quietly so no one would notice but damn, did that place ever have great acoustics. when I stopped, I looked up and noticed dozens of disapproving glares. I think I may have committed some sort of vintage sacrilege]....:)
*shrug*
Coulda been worse...coulda slammed out “Locomotive Breath” instead.