Happy Easter Sunday. I’d like to share an Easter Sunday Facebook video from people that I am very fond of – the Beaudesert Uniting Church. I played an old piano at their Wednesday Morning Breakfasts (pre-COVID19) and I really love the very inclusive, outreaching vibe that comes from them.
They also like humour. This is pretty typical of their notice board. I’m not a church goer. But I think these guys do the good work, important work. I’m so pleased to know them.
Here’s the piano I play at their community hall. Its keys have been wrecked and then repaired. But it’s in tune and someone’s clearly looking after it.
I find even dodgy pianos are comforting to play. It’s the organic thing; pressing wooden keys which raise levers with felt hammers so they can land on copper-wound or steel-wound strings. That’s poetry in mechanical motion.
Before digital. Like printing presses before desktop publishing. Imagine physically setting up all those different fonts to print newspapers! Artistry and craftsmanship would have been required to make the settings. Not that I’m a Luddite. That would be hypocritical. I was a production manager for financial listings in London for a few years. Local newspapers outsourced content from us, and it was the beginning of the end of truly local newspapers. It’s sad, but things are always changing. And here we are now, no-one is going to church but the congregation is at home listening online to the pastor or priest.
I’m going to stop there. I have no idea where all that is going. I’m just the piano player. Change is always happening, but plenty of it is for the good. Take care of yourselves over this Easter weekend.
If you like reading about old pianos, here are a few posts about the inside of my piano.