Grandfather says he doesn’t have much use for a lot of modern stuff, but he likes electronic keyboards.
He has a lovely Steinway grand piano in his living room; a relic of earlier times and people in his life.
But he can’t play it.
A keyboard has “tracks” that remember what keys he pokes, so he can make up a song.
Songs are nice to get away from tasks for awhile — like “finances” (chuckle) — or to sing along with.
So, the keyboard is good company for those who can stand their own company, but want an accompaniment.
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About the Author: RD Blakeslee is an nonagenarian in West Virginia who built his net worth by only investing in that which can be enjoyed during acquisition and throughout life, as opposed to papers in a drawer, like stocks and bonds. You can read more about him here. This article was originally published on 3 August 2017.
Original oil painting by: Grandfather’s wife
Jen says
Don’t feel bad Grandpa. I don’t play piano either but I can play Chopsticks like a pro!
RD Blakeslee says
Hi, Jen
Well, Grandfather says he would butcher Chopsticks …
So, out of respect for the piano, he doodles a keyboard,
Oscar says
Have you heard some of these bands today. They can’t play keys either and that hasn’t stopped them.
RD Blakeslee says
Well, Oscar, it wouldn’t stop grandfather, either.
If he wasn’t so enamored of his mountain location, he could enjoy going with his keyboard to Nashville and seeing if he could go down as a joke.
Or, present himself to National Endowment for the Arts as a Primitive Mountain Artist, get taken seriously and then try to figure out how to get out of the pickle jar unscathed …
Bill says
Mr. Dave, thanks for another great post. A song in your heart is priceless.
Pearl, Pearl, Pearl, come be my lovin’ girl. Don’t you marry Lester Flatt, he slicks his hair with possum fat. Change your name to Mrs. Earl Scruggs.
(Earl Scruggs and Lester Flatt writers)
RD Blakeslee says
Thanks, Bill