I CAN STILL FEEL THE THICKNESS OF THE HANDLE IN MY HANDS, hear the horrible crunch and splintering of wood, and the last crashing notes of an instrument played as it was never intended to be played -- by ax head instead of felt-tipped hammer. A wall of sound, the kind of wall they stand you up against before a firing squad.Read the rest here.
And to find out about aged and decayed pianos enjoying a very different fate, visit the brilliant
The World Association for Ruined Pianos.
Listen to ruined pianos making a joyful noise here.