My Dad Is Cooler Than Yours
Filed under: MaRvELpersonalMum messaged me via MSN 2 days ago and informed me that my piano has been overhauled. I have had this piano since I was 15 years old, if I remembered correctly. 13 years later, I am still in love with it and very reluctant to sell it away, even after months of persuasion from both of my parents. They wanted to replace it with a new digital piano. It’s not possible! All the piano pieces I have played, the good memories and learning new songs from it… it is not acceptable to sell something so personal. I am OK to buy a new digital piano, but not as a replacement to this old one. If I have both instruments in my house, I don’t care, I’m not selling it.
It was completely out of tuned, I could play a stretch of keys, the blacks and the whites, and they would all sound the same. You can imagine how horrible it would sound when I play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Jeng jeng jeng. Nobody wanted to come over to our house to tune because it is just too damn far from everything else. A week ago, someone finally came over to inspect the piano and found that all the keys and strings and nuts and bolts and whatnots were loose and unstable. So a major overhaul has to happen and it costs about RM1k. A week now and back, the piano is all good, says mum. Have not tested it yet though. Would do that when I am back home.
In other news, my dad just purchased a brand new electric guitar with amp. Cool or what? I was quite shocked at first, I thought, gee, my dad’s playing gigs now with a band I didn’t even know of and here I am struggling with recording with my own band? Mum clarified afterwards that dad has been wanting to buy an electric guitar for about a year already, and finally he did it last weekend. Mum says, Dad is really awesome with the guitar and the sound is really good and Dad even taught her how to play. How fucking romantic is that?
At some point in my life I would want to be this spontaneous and not care too much about tiny details and every damn thing. It’s really unhealthy and frustrating for me to over-analyze. Because I know I will not come to a conclusion that I want. I would come to a conclusion that everybody else will be happy with. No idea why the fuck I’m doing this for. This has to stop.
But I’m still glad my dad is cool.
Update: A week later, my dad bought an additional bass guitar. Yeah!
