That Old Piano Roll

In a probably-doomed attempt to stop myself running amok with an axe, I am writing this on the balcony. The wireless base station (or at least its power supply) is fried, so I'm offline. The sun is so bright I can barely see the screen, but it's still not what you could reasonably call warm.

Inside, Ian is practicing the piano: fast, loud, staccato scales. This is impressive, intellectually, but also absolute torture to listen to. The piano has a silent function -- indeed, the only reason I agreed to allow the fucking thing in the flat was that he promised to use the silent function much of the time, especially for this sort of maddening repetitive stuff. Of course, he lied.

Right, back indoors to post. If you don't hear from me again it will probably be because I am in prison.
Posted by matt at May 5, 2004 01:52 PM