Dust
18 Jun 2010
"Would you be interested in synth-ing piano samples into... everything? I mean, replicate other instrumental sounds with synth-modified piano.
Someone goes up into a dusty old attic because they hear some odd noises. There's nothing there, just an old piano. Could it be that the piano made the noise? They take off the dust cover and sit down and start to play...
and they can't stop. They are forced by something they can't explain to play. The player grows weak from exhaustion, thin and tired, playing for hours and days and weeks and months. Eventually they succumb, and collapse... into dust."
-PTTG
FACTUAL INNACURACIES: the keys of this piano are actually made of wood.
Also: it doesn't kill people. To the best of my knowledge.
This was a paid request.
This track is a part of Volume 3 of Music for the Blind, which is currently incomplete.
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it's out of tune it's old it's dusty but still demands attention i am drawn to it i lift the lid i sit down and i begin to play this piano is employing me my fingers entertain as hours pass it echoes round my brain ---- time slips away and i am lost the puppet falls ---- the piano is commanding me what is it about dust and ivory my fingers feel the strain as days go by why am i so mesmerised i try to stop in vain ---- this piano is destroying me taken forcefully this dust and ivory my fingers fall apart and now i know there's no escape will not let me go i crumble the deed is done the piano has its victim i am dust the lid is closed and everything is as it was but me