When we bought our house, my mom told me that I could have her piano to trade in toward a new one. I told her I didn't want a new one, I wanted the one I've played all my life. Today, finally, the piano moved in:
It's not really in tune, and I don't know for sure if every piano actually sounds different, but when I played it after the movers left, I couldn't imagine playing anything else. I'm not a really mushy person, but I nearly teared up with happiness when I heard this sound from my childhood in my own house. Cheesy, I know, but it is what it is.
So what do you say, J-Dog...want to pick a song to play together at Thanksmas this year? I should have plenty of time to practice.