My daughter was given a piano but could not play it so had it put it outside when they moved from Dallas, for the Mexicans to take away, was gone in a hour!
Then there’s moving the so ‘n’ so
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I tried to make my first camper van make a contribution to its upkeep by advertising ‘small removals’ in Time Out.
Got a gig to move a piano. Enlisted the help of a pal. The first bit was easy - out of French doors on a first floor and down a wide, straight steel stairway. The only problem was the musical 'boings’ as we went down the steps, disturbing the spiritualists - for it was their piano - communing with the other side in a room off the steps.
The other end was a nightmare. Third floor up a tight, narrow concrete stairwell. Took us three hrs.
Withdrew ad from Time Out.
A pal had a very nice overstrung Broadwood upright. I got to his place to find he’s agreed with some mob to pay them £25 [1975/6] to take it away. I this this was nuts. I told him to tell them he’d changed his mind. They rocked up and my pal, a wonderful musician but not one of life’s Alpha males, managed to pluck up the cajones to tell them the deal was off. They were well hacked off but …
“Now what do I do?”
“I know. Tom hasn’t got a piano, he’ll take it in his studio” Tom being producer, Tubular Bells and other Oldfield albums - had a studio on a barge at Little Venice.
We carted the joanna over the gang plank into the studio. Tom stuck drawing pins in the hammers - lo! Honky Tonk!
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Forty-odd years ago my last place in London (rented!) was a maisonette in a five storey Regency terrace just round the corner in Clifton Gardens.
Most conservatoires will also let you post an ad on their noticeboard for any instrument you want to sell/donate.
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