This big, blue wonder spoke to me while I was out on a recent thrift shop jaunt. Tickling the ivories has always been something at which I dreamed of becoming skilled. Picture this: a full house at a dinner party, when a lull hits. Someone blurts out, “Beautiful piano you have there. Do you play?” To which I respond, “Why, yes. Yes I do.” Then proceed to dazzle and wow my friends and loved ones with a rousing rendition of “Tiny Dancer” by Elton John. Slowly but surely, everyone starts singing along, and before we know it, it’s a full-blown party. Then I snap back to reality because A.) I don’t know how to play said piano. B.) Getting a piano into my second-level one-bedroom apartment would be nearly impossible, and C.) What am I really gonna do with a piano? There’s simply no room for it. What am I gonna do? Use it as a dinner table? But, it’s fun the imagine. That’s the beauty of window shopping at thrift shops like the Salvation Army. You get to see some pretty rad things without the burden of actually owning them.
Alas, this bright piano surely has already found its lucky owner. To him or her I say, “Play on playa.”