Alte Waschmaschine
Dec. 12th, 2008 01:10 pmIt is evident from the hesitant strains of Frère Jacques that have been drifting through the ceiling for about half an hour that the people in the flat upstairs have bought a piano. This might be a very bad thing for sanity's sake indeed, but I can always be thankful that it isn't French rap.
I have to admire their persistence if nothing else - they've been playing the same eight bars constantly, with both left and right hand parts, though they don't seem to be getting any faster or smoother. My piano practice used to just consist of playing everything I'd been set once, craftily always ending with the slowest song in the current repertoire which I would make a special effort to play as smoothly as I could so that it caused my mum to fall asleep, thus allowing me to sneak out without doing any scales.
If this does escalate into a neighbourly music war, though, I think the side with the tube amplifier's going to win.
I have to admire their persistence if nothing else - they've been playing the same eight bars constantly, with both left and right hand parts, though they don't seem to be getting any faster or smoother. My piano practice used to just consist of playing everything I'd been set once, craftily always ending with the slowest song in the current repertoire which I would make a special effort to play as smoothly as I could so that it caused my mum to fall asleep, thus allowing me to sneak out without doing any scales.
If this does escalate into a neighbourly music war, though, I think the side with the tube amplifier's going to win.