Music lovers: there’s been some talk about there being some folks out there on the great plains burning pianos. Others are hacking up their home organs and hustling in the new furniture. Org. Processing is fairly medium industry these days. We see them posted up everywhere. *Free; u haul*. We haul indeed, ‘cause we prefer an Org. in its original form. That’s why we do our best to rescue as many of these lunky old fellows as we can manage. So many home organs line these walls, one could hardly call this house a home anymore. More of a history lesson. The wood panels fall inwards, crumbs of sheet music in the bed, pipes coughing dust after crawling out of cathedrals, poison stops shot out of blowguns, tiers falling, laminated wood strips falling as well, to the floor, waiting as foot traps, so best lace up those boots, music lovers, this is not the time to be Messiaening around. “To my eyes and ears, the organ will ever be the king of instruments.” Copy that, Wolfgang.
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