Tooth Decay

A few friends and I found this in the otherwise mostly abandoned sidelines of a small railroad museum in Bishop, California. I tried to play it (I'm more of a piano enthusiast than a pianist) after clumsily tossing my camera aside (I'm apparently more of a piano enthusiast than a photographer).

Middle C produced an incomprehensible squeal not unlike what I imagine a rat would emit if stuck between the hammers and strings of a player piano. Okay, okay -- that's fine, I thought, as I deduced that I should try to play within another octave. I played within another octave. C produced an incomprehensible squeal not unlike what I imagine the same rat would emit if stuck between the same hammers and strings of a player piano. It was the same note! I hit another C and, yup -- sure enough, that villainous bastard offspring of rodentia was omnipresent. I whacked its other keys, hoping for some sign of life, something that wasn't the musical equivalent of a flat-lining organ donor -- and, nothing. Three full octaves were responsible for one sound.

This was fantastic, though, because accidentally hitting the wrong key was thereby made a hell of a lot more difficult.

I've submitted this shot (as a "scrap") before but, because I still screw with it so much -- I've gotta get more out of it than one result -- I thought that I'd replace it.