In my grandmother's basement in Toronto sits an old piano circa 1929.
It was purchased in 1957, the year my father was born.
The old Williams player piano hasn't worked in a long while but makes for an incredible art piece.
The inner workings were stunning and rustic and the wood, which had been restored shortly after, had a wonderful texture.
Needless to say I shot the hell out of it.
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