My Restless Fingers
I miss playing the piano and it’s making me antsy.
September 24, 2001I have figured out why I have been feeling restless lately. The epiphany came in the form of a lit-up display window in a corner store—the one that sells pianos. I have not touched a piano in months! In Jersey, I would quell my musical cravings by stealing and torturing my roommate Satish’s guitar. I taught myself how to play it (badly) purely by ear, trial, and error just so that I could stop feeling antsy without a piano nearby. That guitar is on a Greenpeace ship somewhere right now…
After moving to San Fran, for the first time in years I find myself without ready access to some kind of a musical instrument. Even when I lived in New York, I had a little piano in my Queens apartment; the fact that it came with the apartment was the reason I rented a basement hole out in freaking Flushing in the first place!
I am completely broke at the moment (my rent check bounced the other day for the fourth time), so I can scarcely afford to buy my own guitar, let alone a piano. Nothing left to do but whine…
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