Many of you know that I've retired and moved to Pennsylvania. The move has been an ordeal because of health ... bad knees and bad back. But the house is mostly set up now and the physical pain has eased a bit.
We're loving it here in the north Pittsburgh suburbs, but I've been suffering from piano withdrawal. I've not touched the piano in nearly a month and I'm suffering.
I can't claim that my condition can compare with that suffered by those with substance dependencies. But the feeling is real. I've never felt the like.
For weeks my focus has been on setting up house, so I had no urge for the piano. But with that work mostly done the withdrawal symptoms started rather suddenly early this week.
So what's the problem, you might ask? Just take a seat and go for it, right? Nope ...
The movers hauled our stuff from Raleigh on Nov 24, and delivered the load on Nov 30. The piano quickly took it's place in my new office/piano room. But I couldn't find the power cord! No soup for you!
Before the move I neatly placed that cord in a jumbo zip lock bag along with the MIDI cables and audio cables and speaker cables and extension cords and power strips and magic fairy dust ...
But which carton is it packed in? There are 253 cartons ... and none of them are marked "here are your gosh darn piano cables".
Well I finally found the box with the cables. Plug it in. Plug it in. At last! Bliss!
No VSTs yet. So the sound is native CLP240 crapola. But it beats nothing.