Episode 83: My piano teacher left me nine years of tapes in her will and my daughter was the one who noticed I never finish a song on any of them
Submitted by Junie — Muncie, Indiana. 41. I took piano from the same woman every Thursday from the time I was seven until I was sixteen. She lived four blocks over in a split-level with a carport, and her piano was in the front room with the good couch nobody sat on. My mother drove me, then I drove myself in her Buick. Fifteen dollars a lesson, check made out at the kitchen table on Wednesday night so we wouldn't forget. She had a little tape recorder that sat on top of the piano, on a doily, next to a jar of butterscotch. She pressed record when I sat down and stop when I stood up. She…
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