and now, time for that musical question

Which is, will audiovile retain his fascination with banging randomly on the piano, or will he actually try to learn it, or will he give up in disgust?

Mom drove up this weekend with our old family piano, Grandma's desk, a grill (our Xmas present from her), and a few other odds & ends. After nearly killing ourselves getting the piano into the house (sweh's head will heal eventually), Steve has been utterly entranced by the thing and by turns sits down and dinks on it for half-hour stretches. In between Mom and me tossing spouts of musical theory at him--he had violin lessons as a boy but hasn't retained any of it--and I don't think our half-remembered gibberings about major vs. minor keys and intervals and stuff are helping.

I'm slightly distressed that I've apparently recycled all the neurons to do with reading music. I recognize middle C and can take it from there, but I'm lost on the bass clef; O the embarrassment. It seems I do still have some muscle memory for my main recital piece, Kabalevsky's Toccatina from Op. 27...at least until I got until the horrible middle section where it looks like someone took a dump of accidentals all over the page. But trying to make my hands work as a seamless unit is, erm, full of seams. So to speak.

Piano is in desperate need of tuning (O RLY?). I wonder how much that runs these days.