I also have a PR900 sitting in my living room. Beautiful highly polished cherry wood. Sure looks good and still sounds great, like the day I bought it. Ruthie always has a vase with a beautiful rose sitting on it. From our garden when in season and from the flower shop in winter. By the other wall sits my KN. A shinny slab of silver sitting on a black cross of metal with a black bench seat made of the same. What a contrast with the PR and it’s beautiful wood bench and the KN. The PR gets dusted and the KN gets played. When we get together with friends, the PR gets tried for a few minutes and the KN gets all the attention the rest of the evening. When we go over to our friends, the 50 grand organ sits nestled against the feature wall and the KN sits in the corner. The organ has the looks and the KN’s got the sound. In fact the other day somebody asked the host to play his organ. He climbed up on the well padded bench with a backrest, rolled the top cover back, exposing an overwhelming amount of buttons and tabs, looked left and then right and said, where is that lousy switch. Finding it he turned on the power and the thing lit up like a christmas tree with the name Lawery running across the lit buttons like a marquee. After about ten minutes everybody was flocking around his 7000 and having a ball the rest of the night. That’s the scenario wherever I go now-a-days. Kind of sad in a way but time marches on. I think we are seeing a King being unseated. What once was considered a toy has now grown up and will soon become an adult, worthy to take a bow and walk into the lime light of success. Many will tryout for stardom but as usual only a few will clime to the top. For now I think I have picked the star and will perform with her with my fingers caressing her beautiful black and white keys. Her lovely voice wafting into my ears driving me to do things I would never venture into before. Oh, your rhythms drive me crazy and what a memory. Every thing I tell you, you remember. Your SD mind is so quick to recall and do what I desire. I desire to dance with one of our favorite songs and we are gliding into it almost as I am thinking of it. What speed and smoothness, my love. No wonder we play with each other for hours upon hours.
What, what? What did you say? OH! It’s you Ruthie. No, no I was kind of just thinking. Caught me by surprise, that’s all. Time for bed? Guess your right, OK I’ll be right up. Ya, ya let me shut old Mac down and turn my little baby off. Oh, come on! You know. Turn off the keyboard and close the cover. Enough is enough, cool it! You know what I mean. You know I like you but I love my seven too. Just an expression. My goodness!
Grandpa Doug
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Grampa Doug