Hi, I made these little poems for my teacher Don Mitchell at the once named Piano Hospital three years back. Note; they have several sound proof tuning booths that resemble prison cells on a sunny day Donald the harmony-cop, Grins not when strings tend to pop. The notes do not chime! You´ve committed a crime, You´ll be in for a really long time! and another one, Fourths and fifths I gladly tune, collectivelly. They´ll be all right if they progress, I assume, theoretically. (Not that they should really progress except for the reasons of pitch and poetry right?) Bring'em on, Kristinn Leifsson, Reykjavík, Iceland P.S. He now uses the first one to rein in unruly students :)
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