Like many people, I used to play—a piano here, a church organ there, a couple of brass instruments in my high school and college marching bands. Then my adult life intruded, leaving me with neither the space nor budget for a piano, nor the time to do anything with music except listen to it. Now I want to play piano again. But, man, has the landscape changed. The familiar acoustic piano, with hammers that hit strings, seems almost quaint. As a piece of furniture, it's still impressive. But unless you spend big, it won't sound half as good as even a low-end portable keyboard that stores digital samples of actual notes played on a grand piano.
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