Jenna was the name of the person who left this magnificent beast to me. I painted her colonial red, her favorite color, and painted her black keys green because she loved gardening. – In her prime, this piano roared like a lion and kicked like a horse but storing her outside back behind Central Market over the past couple of years has dried out her pin block, shrinking the wood and making the threaded pins that hold the strings in tune lose their grip. – You can tune it back to pitch but she lets go in a matter of hours when played hard which is what I do.
Before taking her to the dump, I paid $50 to have her tuned one more time this week and rocked her to her very soul Friday night.
She did not disappoint.
I will miss you Jenna. RIP.