Ding dong. Ding. Ding. Ding dong.

That is the sound of a piano being tuned. It goes on for what can be hours, monotonously over and over. But it's bearable to get your beautiful instrument playing well. Unfortunately, I have three of the buggers. Didn't dare ask him to do three at once though (strain on the ears), so he's just doing Henry Jane and Bertie (shiny shiny pretty nice) and I'll get him back after the festival to do Phillip.


I'ts a day of learning Kontakt 2 and ringing people today. Woohoo! In other news, no one tried to kill me in my sleep last night, so that's a definite improvement.