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[hippybngstockng]

So... Today I got into a rather random conversation about my piano. It's been a while since I let myself think about it too hard, but the more I do, the more I think I am being a complete Dorky McDorkerson about it. It's just a giant wooden box with wires and metal and pretty pretty keys. It shouldn't matter to me so much that it was the piano I first learned to play on, starting when I was less than 4, but somehow, sometimes, it does.. Like every time I start an email to spoomeister and pinky_ki, telling them they should just give me money for it, and start calling it theirs forever, I begin to cry.

I am curious... Any of you fine friends have the first WHATEVER you learned to WHATEVER on, and why? How big is it, and how hard it is to move?

Comments

[hippybngstockng.livejournal.com]

*hugsback* I know, and you know how I appreciate that, and I really don't feel rushed, except in this funky way in which I kinda always want it back in my life, but could just get a different, far more portable version of it, and save everyone the massive hassle. In the end it's just a thing, a very large very heavy thing that I am being overly sentimental about. Of course then you'd have it forever and have to move it in its heaviness, and yeah, I don't know how you feel about that! :) So yeah, still all torn about it, but trying to get untorn so I can be rational and logical, or I suddenly fall into a big puddle of money and can send for it. :P

[petalmcmako.livejournal.com]

Well, I still have my first instrument that I learned to play - but I picked a flute which is portable.

Mum still has the old piano my sister learned to play on. I'm going to pay to get it tuned as H loves it. If we have room, it may well end up here one day

[night--watch.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... I still have the first computer I downloaded pr0n onto... does that count?

[hippybngstockng.livejournal.com]

Amusingly, that is quite close to the first analogy I came up with about why it's silly to hold on to it. I had doubts that programmers would keep the first commodore 64 they learned to program on. :)

[metalana.livejournal.com]

oh, don't be so sure about that. I think my parents still have my first computer.

And you bet I want their piano when they die. It's a really nice piano that I loved to play. My electronic equivalent doesn't sound or feel the same, but nor does any other acoustic piano I've tried, including some grands. You are allowed to want your childhood piano back.

[zipzilla.livejournal.com]

Well, as close as I can come is that I still have the combo lock that I used in Jr. High thirty years ago...okay, not the same but it's all I got ;)

[maps-or-guitars.livejournal.com]

Given I'm such a packrat, I'm a little stunned how little in that category I still have.

I sold my first Bass long ago. It wasn't very big, being a shortscale, but it was easy to move- it sold in a day.

I traded in my first 6-string to get my second. It wasn't very big either, and it was very easy to move, on account of my second guitar looked much cooler.

The fourtrack I learned to songwrite on died. It was little. It was hard to move, near the end, because the connections were so loose that it'd stop working.

I no longer have the paperback Basic D&D I started out with. It was little. It was pretty easy to move, I guess, but once I got AD&D it didn't move much at all.

The C=64 might be in Nigeria. It was small if you don't count the monitor and the hard drive, and those 5 inch floppies and.

The car I first learned to drive in was also the car I first learned to crash. It was small for a car. It was easy to move when I learned to drive it, and hard to move after I learned to crash it.

I still have the first woman I learned to marry. She's not so big, but she's only as easy to move as she wants to be.

Nope...

[lightning-rider.livejournal.com]

I remember we had at my mom's place my Dad's( or his mom's?) piano but we just used it as a place to put mail n' stuff as neither me nor my bro learnt how to play the dang thing( much to my father's usual disappointment).

I don't remember the first comic I had... I do have a few books that my mom read to me( including Nobody Listens to Andrew) and I have a HEAVY but small box of records that I like never play but still would prolly move to my next home.

Actually the biggist pain was renting a truck and getting someone else to drive it up here( I don't drive) so that I could move my comic collection. I've seen weeded my collection but haven't actually DONE anything with the comics I want to get rid of- save for putting them in a closet( whose space I wouldn't mind...) Comic book boxes are heavy and I've got wayyy too many of them.

[morty-baby.livejournal.com]

My dad had a giant upright eleventy-two thousand pound (used-to-be-player-but-still-has-the-metal-parts) piano that I learned to play on (starting from the age of 5). He was talking about selling it and I begged him to let me take it. I had to get it moved 50 miles away at great expense. Yes, I played it a bit in the beginning but all I remember of the YEARS of lessons I took is House Of The Rising Sun. My daughter learned how to play on it but rarely touches it now and there it sits in my front room, a very LARGE wooden plant stand. But every time I think that I should just get rid if it, I think of the history steeped in its ivory keys, you know? And I just can't.

[hippybngstockng.livejournal.com]

I can't tell you how much better it makes me feel to hear someone have the exact same problem I do. It really is the history, and I feel a bit wrong letting go of that.

[astralturf.livejournal.com]

Mmm, probably not.

But I'm replying mostly because of how I'm so impressed with the use of X-y Mc-X in your post.

[astralturf.livejournal.com]

by which of course i mean (eck-zee mick-ex).