Struck a Chord

Do you play an instrument? Is there a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story about your experience or relationship with an instrument of your choice.


I always loved the sound of a piano.  When played so expertly, the music is just too beautiful to ignore. So naturally I wanted to learn how to play it.

But my father’s new wife played the piano.  Not only that, she played the organ, too.  So my mother outlawed the mention of a piano from the house – or any type of music or instrument for that matter.  We didn’t even have a radio till I begged one for Christmas when I was almost eleven years old.

When my father sent me an organ, it was one of my stepmother’s old ones, and so my mother laughed and said, “Get it out of the house.  I don’t want to see that ugly thing.  You wanted a simple piano, “she  said. ” And he sent you an organ the puta didn’t need any more.”

I still love pianos – the look, their sound, the emotions it renders when played so beautifully.

But organs are a whole different matter. I loathe them.  I can’t stand them.  It amazes me what sounds it can produce, even the sounds of a choir singing a chorus, should the organist need one – and it’s creepy as heck.  Even in churches, I don’t like organs, no matter how beautiful they may play.  For I always remember the old hand-me-down organ that my father sent me – after I begged him to give me a piano.

But he should have known better.  An organ is no piano.

Especially when the damn thing didn’t even work.

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