CHAT

Sunday, April 21

My childhood piano on the 19th floor in an apartment?

by Rick Potvin

I enjoyed the piano so much that when I moved to Toronto after my four years of university, I actually had my family piano moved to the 19th floor of this apartment building.
The apartment, of course, had a freight elevator. But I would never do this today of course. The thing weighed a ton-- almost-- several hundred pounds at least. This was long before digital pianos made the piano playing life so much easier.