Getting rid of a piano.

Well, no. I don't suppose they'd know how to switch it on, or Maud (the late Daphne Heard) would have used the instructions to light the boiler. But maybe they would have preferred a tuned electric piano to the average village hall instrument, which I don't imagine met with their approval very frequently.

Owain

I'm pretty sure he knows that's silly.

But since I attach no importance to the torque output of an engine (I care about power output, power spread, and efficiency) I've never bothered to work out what units he means.

Andy

Believe it or not I have played Dudley town hall ...

over 30 years ago

guitar, not piano, though

Fascinating sentence. I think I can guess what you mean but the concept of non-acoustic sound is quite interesting!

Andy

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember Signal saying something like:

They sound bugger all like pianos, I know that much.

I can imagine the hall being used by a youth group the night before and the keyboard being left on Calypso Rock or some such setting. Dr Evadne would be transposing fit to burst a girdle.

Owain

Not much point using an out-of-tune piano ( aka a Paino ), they'd be better off without it - and the paper bag over the head gag would fall a bit flat without a Joanna.

I can, mainly because I've stood barely 12 feet away from Elton while he played a digital piano at one of my gigs. Don't recall what make it was - but to be honest I wasn't really paying much attention to the gear. I know he's not averse to playing a Fender Rhodes either.

Regards,

Electric? :¬)

Would have made an excellent episode for their radio show though!

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In message ,

Dudley town hall - what else ?

Funny that - that's pretty much what was said of the first pianos in the early 18th century. It wasn't until the 1760s that the concept gained any real sort of acceptance.

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Coal ?

Derek

Bostin.

Nah- no G-string

It's called a 'rest' ;)

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They don't burn as long either.

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Hilda: Heavens Evadne, what on EARTH is that dreadful sound m'dear?

Evadne: It says here...."Hammond"

Hilda: Eh m'dear, wassat? Gammon? Gammon?? I always said you were ham-fisted m'dear.

Evandne: Yes, very droll, thank you. No, not gammon, Hammond - I believe it's some kind of organ.

Hilda: Spleen, I'll be bound.

Evadne: I hope I didn't hear what I thought I just I heard!

Hilda: If you can't make it sound any different that's precisely what the audience will be saying. Try pressing a few buttons.

Evadne: Well, if you insist

Together: Ahh, Bach!

Regards,

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember Stephen Howard saying something like:

You got that right. I not-so-fondly recall, as a kid, struggling away on a succession of uprights in shiny brown wood, wrestling noises from them and hoping they would magically fall to pieces so I could go home. Ye gods, what I would have given then for a digital piano - even a Casio keyboard - what joyful sounds could have been made to squawk from it.

By the time they appeared, the dream was dead.