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Steinway & Sons produces some of the world’s finest pianos, the same way they’ve built them for the past 150 years. They make each instrument by hand, using career-long craftspeople who pass their skills on to succeeding generations. The company has never moved its headquarters from New York City’s Astoria neighborhood because, well, piano makers are hard to find these days. Kind of like pianos themselves.

Think about it.  When was the last time you actually saw a piano?  The classic musical instrument used to find a spot in the living rooms of a lot of homes.  Nicer homes even had “music rooms”, with a baby grand proudly on display in the middle.  The assumption was, these pianos were actually played instead of simply for looks.  Playing the piano used to suggest a more refined upbringing.  Today they’re a little harder to find.

The piano is considered a “foundational” instrument; that is, a good place to learn to read and play music.  Eventually most move on to another musical instrument, be that woodwind, brass, string, or percussion.  Not me.  I started (and ended) with the piano.  A good eight years – second to tenth grade or so – included weekly lessons and monthly recitals, with hours upon hours of practice on our living room grand piano.  Even though high school ultimately pulled me into other interests, the piano entered my DNA (as did classical music).  It’s part of who I am.

Over the decades since those long-ago lessons, the piano keeps showing up in my life as a reminder of its significance.  The year I started college, a movie called The Competition was released, an entire film about piano starring a young Richard Dreyfuss and younger Amy Irving.  I still have a copy of the film on DVD.  Also in college, I one day wandered into the halls of our school of music to discover a dozen small practice rooms, each with an upright piano.  As it turned out, these rooms were open to any student, and so the piano became my escape as I worked through the stresses of an architecture degree.

When I got married, my wife – who couldn’t afford a Steinway back then (and still can’t) – presented me with a Korg digital keyboard.  A poor man’s piano if you will, but with the touch and sound of the real thing.  Almost forty years later that keyboard still works, sitting quietly upstairs in one of our bedrooms.

Four years ago, as many of you read back then, my wife gave another nod to the keyboard when she gave me the LEGO Grand Piano for Christmas.  Building and blogging about that beautiful model one chapter at a time over several months was a captivating adventure, including all of the classical music I re-listened to along the way.  The LEGO models I build now will never surpass the Grand Piano, which sits proudly on its own shelf in my home office.

Four years ago also brought me, unexpectedly, my first real piano.  My daughter and her family bought a nearby house, where the previous owners left an old, upright Baldwin behind.  I found it very sad: a lonely, neglected piano, probably not played for years, inevitably out of tune and in need of repair.  So I came to its rescue, hiring a piano mover to get it to our house, and a tuner to restore it to fighting shape.  Today that piano sits in our living room.  It doesn’t match any of our furniture.  It doesn’t get played as often as it should.  But it warms my heart just to see it there, and that’s all that really matters.

Recently, the grand piano of my youth resurfaced.  It had been sitting in storage for several years, lost among my parents’ many belongings, waiting patiently for another owner.  It seemed it would never find another home until – go figure – the Methodist church I grew up in had a need for one.  So the piano was wrapped up, trucked up, and placed in the church’s social hall, where it will be restored and played as it was meant to be.  To me that feels like the completion one of life’s many circles.  The very piano that brought me so much music ends up in the church that brought me so much of a faith life.

Just like my wife, I will never be able to afford a Steinway & Sons masterpiece piano.  Neither my budget nor my modest keyboard talent are deserving of such a beautiful instrument.  But not to worry.  I have my modest Baldwin upright to keep me company.  It brings back a lot of keyboard memories.  And there are sure to be more.

Some content sourced from the CNN Business article, “How a company from the Gilded Age…”, and Wikipedia, “the free encyclopedia”.