Peter Meinke – 1932 - ????
With harsh turns of tuning pegs and string pops and banging of
keys…drunken shouts and forcible confinement, we find piano tuners entering our lives and forcing us to look at who we really are.
Driving us to the edge of insanity…and possibly leading us directly into that very state…they do us what we think is harm but should and could possibly be a great service.
Stepping outside of our boundaries is healthy. Being pushed by “tuners” is a healthy thing.
We must learn to recognize the tuners in our lives and allow them to do their job.
We must also tune ourselves. Push ourselves into situations both physically and mentally that pop a few strings or break a few old ivory keys.
The strings and keys will be replaced with newgut and whiter ivory.
“How hypocritical” it is of me to write the above sentences you say…those of you who know me.
Yes, I battle with my tuners. It may appear that I resist their applications.
But in reality, I allow my tuners to work on me daily.
You see, my tuners do not pound the keys, pop strings and confine me.
My tuning pegs are slowly turned…so slow that their movement cannot be consciously detected.
My keys are pounded upon - but their destruction and replacement happens at such a speed that many processes as inactivity and stagnation.
And my confinement…I see it not as solitary- but as a gift of freedom.