My Great Uncle Ron introduced me to the piano when I was just 3 years old. He had a garage full of dusty old pianos that he bought, sold, tuned, and played. When he came to visit he would always tune my piano. He did it the old fashioned way - with his ear and a simple tuning fork. When he was satisfied with his work he would play the most fabulous tunes - old honky tonk numbers were among his favourites. Then we would play a little duet together. Usually heart and soul.
Last week my Great Uncle Ron passed away.
I wrote a little piece of music a few months ago, and although it's incomplete I found myself playing it over and over again last week, while thinking about all the fond memories I have of my Great Uncle. If it wasn't for his love of pianos, I'm not sure I would have ever learned to play. So thank you Uncle Ronny, this one is for you. I thought that maybe if I put this out in the airwaves, it might reach you, somehow...