Remember the piano lessons you had as a child? Mine were awful. I trudged half way across town to Mrs.McClure’s where sometimes a rap on the knuckles was issued after a wrong note. My piano sits empty a lot, but these chaps inspire me.
Which one does it better?
My Grandson Romeo the Boston Terrier from Carleton Place, or some Brit I know out of Ely, UK, named Ian, playing the piano at Polesden Lacey in Surrey?