Who doesn’t love seeing a grand piano in a home or apartment? They often set the tone for the whole room, sitting there so majestically, saying, come, play Chopsticks or Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
Most of us cram a piano is what space we have and try and put the other furniture around it, like this living room. Good luck trying to get at the books in the right hand side bookcase. I also think when the fireplace is roaring, the piano frame might get a little toasty.
But when you have a huge space, a piano definitely gives one corner of the room an anchor. This was Derek Jeter’s apartment at one point. Do you think he plays the piano?
This piano is said to be owned by a British footballer, Thierry Henry. I ask again – do you think he plays piano, or do you suppose his decorator said he needed something in that corner. Hey, how about a grand piano? The sucker said sure.
At a Trump Towers apartment – this is hysterical, built-in no less! Klassy! I feel there should be a tip jar somewhere and a woman hanging off the edge, smoking. The work of art on the back wall is a little alarming too. This whole scene is bizarre.
Joan Rivers….her piano was obviously a place for family photos, typical of what so many of us do with our pianos, pretty until the dreaded dusting the piano top takes place and every photo frame needs to be moved then put back like it was before. Been there done that.
This is the only photo I found where I thought the owner really did play the piano and further, was accompanied by musical family member, on flute or violin perhaps.
For decades, we had a baby grand piano on which the children “learned” to play, the piano lessons that they actually liked but really never took too. None of is
very at all musical. We bought the piano used at a shop in White Plains so it was no Steinway, more like a Noway, but it suited us, was pretty wood, sat handsomely in the living room of our big 1920s house, we dabbled at it, it suited the room….. all of the above.
Problem though, when we downsized, we made the BIG mistake of moving the piano with us to here. It never suited any room, it never found a corner that was right. It was always always always in the way. The kids were long gone. I can’t even play Chopsticks, it kept needing a tuning, and at one point the tuner said it wasn’t keeping a tune because the works were warping. Fun.
So we decided to give it away. Ha, there’s where the story really begins. What to do with a piano when you no longer want it!
I called every organization with ties to music I could find in the yellow pages. I called our former piano teacher. I called churches. I called elementary schools. I called the prison.
NO ONE WANTED THE PIANO, even though we were giving it away, and in some instances, offered to pay for it to be moved (no chump change!)
This way of moving the piano ain’t cheap, that’s for sure, but it’s how so many New Yorkers have to do it.
Sadly, many gorgeous grand pianos are just left behind in houses or NYC apartments because the sellers hope the new owner will want it.
These people must be young because here they are actually trying to move a piano INTO an apartment. Trying being the operative word. If you watched Friends, you’ll likely remember the sofa episode and the words PIVOT PIVOT PIVOT – ringing true with this video! Ha.
We eventually found a home for our piano, a family in town, and even though we told them that we felt the inner works were failing, they really wanted the piano so the nice lady I am, I paid for it to be taken down and moved. Not quite as lovingly as this …. 🙂
My sister has a gorgeous baby grand in their NYC apartment, a piano that belonged to my parents and was in our house growing up. Since my sister IS musical, very very musical, and plays the piano well, it was logical the good piano went to the good daughter. It was in the house in Princeton when their girls were little and on which her girls learned to play – both are very musical, as are my sister’s granddaughters, so the piano served them well for 40+ years.
But they too came to the conclusion to give the piano away, to free up space in their city living room. Like me before her, she called every organization and charity they could think of. No one, no one, no one wanted the piano.
They might as well have done this….from a NY Times article, showing what happens to old pianos no one wants. Oh my.
How did my sister get rid of her piano you ask? Well, this says it all. Her email yesterday….
Well… after 6 weeks of trying to find a “home” for our dear piano, 1-800-GOT-JUNK? came to carry it out yesterday…
All quite efficient and easy…. and a lesson in how irrelevant pianos have become in the age of electronic keyboards that don’t have to be tuned and tweaked… oiled and re-finished…Our LR is VERY empty now… but once we get the new rug in we can think a bit about how to fill in that window side of the room…
Somehow, I think it appropriate to end this post with the Chopin Funeral March because pianos are dying all around the world. Who has one? Anyone?