March 15th, 2009 by Anitale

A few weeks ago I got my piano tuned.
After 8 long years without playing I got so obsessed. I played night and day… until my neighbors knocked on the door. Very nice neighbors.
But anyway, either I stop playing at inappropriate time ranges or I move my piano to the other end of the apartment where it would face a concrete wall and no longer these ridiculous thin plaster walls. I never understood why plaster walls are used to separate two apartments. The bathroom from the laundry room - okay, but not two rooms where intimacy is on the top of the list. I can hear my neighbor cough when I lay in my bed. Not cool.
I moved the piano.
I’m still obsessed and play night and day. BUT most of the time with the celeste pedal. I don’t want to bother my neighbors with practicing. And all I do is practicing. I’m getting better but it will take time.

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