People want to read something real. I sense this from the responses I get to this blog. I should write about pianos of course, but after writing a hundred blogs on that subject (and listing the index to each on my website), I feel at ease to write about what I really want to write about.
As a people, we are the benefactors of much consideration. When the media reports the daily events, the editors first consider how readers are likely to respond. The news is tempered. Crowd control editing, I call it. The masses cannot be trusted. Government leaders speak in generalities because specific details invite specific disagreement. I’ll sleep eight, work eight, eat two, and waste six. If I’m lucky, I get an hour of real.
April of this year will mark thirty years since I met my wife. That is real. We remain inseparable. In May, my daughter will graduate from college, probably summa cum laude. That’s real. I’m going to rip the action out of my grand piano and find out why the touch is not exactly the way I want it.
Every photo of piano maintenance should be labeled with a warning: “Do not try this at home.” This is hands on. This is hours and hours of hands on. Yes, this is real. If you want to see more torture, visit the link on that photo. Lots of “real” going on in that shop.
I bought a book on philosophy at the used book store. When I got home and thumbed the pages, a student’s notes fell out. I have no idea where the book is. The notes were real. I still have them. The notes have more import to me than anything written in the book. The words on the note pages were written by a real person, someone who was engaged in learning what was written in the book. Sure, the book was written by a person too, but the notes seemed more intimate. I bought the book. The notes were a gift.
Real is intimate. Real is getting your hands on the work. Real is putting your hand into your wife’s hand. Real is giving your daughter a helping hand, or a round of applause. Real is reading what another hand has written.
There is a lot of real out there. Go get you some.