The Story of a Piano Room

The question I'm always asked is, "How on earth did you get that piano upstairs into that room?" The answer is a combination of a great community and brute force.

The first item of business was renovating the space. So, on a hot July morning (and afternoon, and evening, and night) an amazing team of folks came together to paint and patch the piano's future home.

It was an amazing undertaking, putting up three and four coats of paint on walls in a single day. Luckily, other people came to lend a hand as the hours rolled on. Armed with rollers and brushes, we worked tirelessly. Students who were scheduled to have lessons lent a hand long after they thought they would go home, but we were having too much fun.

And, of course, nobody's clothes were able to survive the paint onslaught.

A few days later, it was literally Christmas in July at Midtown Music School. The piano body comes wrapped in a blanket and foam, while the legs are attached afterward. 

It is then painstakingly carried up each flight of stairs by laying down a non-stick runner, grabbing straps and lots of loud grunting.

Once it was rolled into the room, the piano's legs get screwed and bolted on, the pedal mechanics are attached and then it gets carefully flipped onto its legs. At long last, it's time to open the present.

Like everything in life, the piano room came together with lots of hard work and lots of great help. A huge thank-you goes out to all those who pitched in!

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