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There was a lovely little Erard piano in the big concert hall in the first Augener building I worked in. We took our sandwich lunches up to the place where Corni de Bassetto aka GBS listened to artists and wrote reviews for posterity. I lifted the dust sheets one day and played a couple of notes. There was a small sad sound from it and I wished it could have been restored and played or put out ofits misery. The Salle Erard had come down in the world
Originally posted by vinteuil;2 37735

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