Piano Dating Wanted

[Dick Beaton]

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You are a genius with words...you dent me I gauss!
Dick MT

----- Original Message -----
From: robert goodale <rrg@nevada.edu>
To: <pianotech@ptg.org>
Sent: Tuesday, June 13, 2000 3:06 AM
Subject: Re: Piano Dating Wanted


> "John Lillico, RPT" wrote:
>
> > A very misleading subject!! And here I thought a lady technician was
looking for a date while at Arlington!!
>
> Well, I can recall a time...
>
> The day had been a Behr so I was relaxing at H.C. Bay.  Bach in those days
I worked like a Hardman and I was
> bushed.  So there I was admiring the Sohmer set and watching the Fischer
men caster their sharp hooks into the
> Pearl River.  Suddenly I heard voicing.  Upright before me stood a
beautiful 5'2" chickering.  She had cherry
> cheek blocks and satin ebony hair.  Her elegantly curved rim immediately
struck a chord, and her legs...  well
> I'll just say she was well built!  I'll admit her nose bolted out a bit
but not enough to damper the finish.
>
> After a long sustain she asked me my name.  I knew there could be treble
so I lyred a bit and told her that it
> was Jack Flange.  She gave me a suite smile.  Leather or not it made cents
I asked her to dinner.  She told be
> her name was Rose Wood and I could tell that that she had a lot of
practice.  She had the combo and I had the
> tuna.  What great plates!  For desert we had Schubert.  At first she said
she was board but I could see the
> cracks.  We touched bass on a few striking points and I could tell that we
were bridging together.  We were well
> balanced and you could feel the good vibrations!   What a well tempered
dolly!
>
> A few beats later she invited me to conover to her place for a night capo.
Of course I knew Weber, but I told
> her that it would be grand.  The Rhodes were pitch dark but I got us there
on my Yamaha.  Soon we were there,
> 440 clavier Street, apartment A.  It was a duplex.  Inside she had a bench
with a vose of welted flowers and the
> pedals were dropping off.  In the corner was a bird cage and I could see
four birdseyes, a Wing and Son.
>
> She said she wood return in a minuet and springed toward the Bach to
spruce up.... and boy did she!  I was
> glued!  Clearly she was looking for some action.  I'll admit I was
surprised when she asked if I would give her
> a wippen.  Suddenly there was a crashing chord as the door hammered open!
In walked the biggest instrument I
> had ever seen wearing white polyester.  I was right, there was going to be
treble.  His name was Henry F. Miller
> and Rose Wood was his little spinet.  He cauled out in a forte voice
demanded me out on a rail!  But Kawai, I
> asked?  His actions were completely automatic, he was solenoiding!  What a
square.  The room became mute as he
> clenched his knuckles.  I was definitely not going to Pleyel around with
this monkey.  Without missing a beat I
> grabbed my keys and slipped past him, my ribs still intact.
>
> Chopin at the bit I thought about Rose Wood.  She really gave me the
Renner round.  I wanted to Decker.  With
> the blues I
> went home and slept like a rock.  A rose is still a rose, just step ivory!
>
> Rob Goodale, RPT
> Las Vegas, NV
>
>