I haven’t played my piano in so long that I’d probably scare the dog if I tried a song. (Not, necessarily, because I play so badly, but because he hasn’t heard that thing since he was a pup.) I’ve thought about selling it, but can’t bring myself to separate with the instrument. Especially not after Beefy and I drove it halfway across the country on the Great Piano Trip.
How do you fit the practice of a musical instrument in your life?
Shirt, Forever 21. Dress, Jones New York. Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses, Target. Bag, Merona.