What Was Once a Crazy Idea...

So...moving that piano, eh?

There was a lot of debate as to how and who was going to do it. Piano moving costs in the city are just out of this world, so I spent a couple of weeks researching the right people to do the job. I ended up just using the guys with the cheapest quote.

The guys showed up at Tisch on time and loaded the piano in the back of the moving van; wrapped in blankets and properly doll-ied up. The real challenge became how to get the piano up the stairs of my building. There was no way to carry the thing delicately...or upright. The only way to do it was to cart-wheel it up 2 flights.

It was terrifying to watch.

Once it finally made it all the way up, the movers looked like walking zombies. I don't blame 'em. 450 pounds of pure torture for them = 450 pounds of pure happiness for me. We unwrapped it, pushed all the keys back in place (!!), and put it right up against the wall.

Fat boy is doing well now, with just a couple keys out of tune since the move. But I'm slowly healing him with large doses of Debussy and Chopin.