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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Original oil painting by: Grandfather’s wife
Don’t feel bad Grandpa. I don’t play piano either but I can play Chopsticks like a pro!
Hi, Jen
Well, Grandfather says he would butcher Chopsticks …
So, out of respect for the piano, he doodles a keyboard,
Have you heard some of these bands today. They can’t play keys either and that hasn’t stopped them.
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 …
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)
Thanks, Bill