Portrait of the Maestro as a Young Man

So, last September, we moved into a new house. And when we moved, we took our piano with us...but somehow, not the cord that plugged the piano into the wall. Or maybe we did take it, and it now lives, undiscovered, somewhere in one of the dozens of boxes that crouch mysteriously on our garage--that no one is quite brave enough to open or unpack.

BUT! A few weeks ago, my father found us a replacement cord online. So once again, the piano was plugged in and life and sound sprang forth from its speakers, much to the delight of a certain 19 month old.

And now, friends, I give you: How to Play the Piano, by Eamon Wolfe



Position 1: Sit. Play nicely. BORING.

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Position 2: Play on your tiptoes. More fun.
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Position 3: Eat the piano. Eh, why not?
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Position 4: Scream your heart out as you sing the 19th month old version of a heart-rendering power ballad.
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Position 5: Are we done yet, Mom?

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