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Somewhere in my memory I tripped over the piano today…

I have a piano. It’s a beautiful player piano… it has the pedals, like the old player pianos, or you can plug it in and it will run itself… it’s not an electronic piano or anything – it’s a real upright piano. It has stained glass windows in it, and it’s an upright piano, maybe a little bigger than your average apartment size piano. It’s my piano. I miss it sometimes… it’s like a dream to me now though. I can’t think it’s real because I don’t really know if I’ll ever get it back. Maybe someday if I have a permanent home… a place I’ve bought, a place without a mess of stairs to climb up… maybe someday I’ll see my piano again. Maybe I’ll learn how to play properly rather than just bits and pieces I figure out by ear with great frustration… or maybe I’ll just have a player piano that I can sing along with like I used to when I was a kid…

I have home videos of my friends and I singing to the piano… we were singing songs we knew like the Rainbow Connection, and songs we didn’t know like My Fair Lady… we would dance to the Star Wars theme (yes, I have the star wars piano roll) and we would act silly and have all sorts of loud fun.

I have home videos from when I was a teenager that I would love to put on my computer, but I don’t have the hard drive to do so and I don’t really know how to start encoding. Oh, and my video card doesn’t have RCA inputs… although Jay’s does. He doesn’t have hard drive space either, not enough for a video. I’ve got a bunch of 8mm camcorder tapes that have to be transferred over to VHS too… except that I don’t own my camcorder anymore, someone borrowed it once then pawned it and lied to me about it, telling my roomie not to tell me where it went. I haven’t seen him since. So now I can’t even watch my tapes, let alone transfer them over. And I miss having a camcorder… especially one that I saved up my babysitting money to buy when I was in grade 10 or 11. I guess I’m missing a few things today.