With tools and wife safely packed in my trusty Toyota Aygo, a weekend away was on offer and heading directly into the late February sunshine it was Sussex by the Sea here we come. My long suffering wife knows there is no such thing as a free lunch in the repertoire of bull that is forthcoming from yours truly but accepted the promise of wine, dine and shopping….oh, and a Steinway or two to look at. One of the exciting things about this job is some of the very lovely people one meets and interesting homes you get to visit, none then was less intriguing than the weekend ahead. A veritable treasure trove of instruments awaited but before that, treasure of a different kind.
I have long been fascinated by the West Pier on the seafront at Brighton and the sad remains now lie out of reach and out of hope. Opened in 1866 this once magnificent structure must have been the highlight of a walk out in this famous south coast resort for many a Victorian family. Virtually destroyed now by time, neglect and supposedly ‘professional arsonists’, my fascination is obviously shared by many in the regular sales of Pier fragments that can be purchased for posterity. What might be cast junk to one could be Pier ‘treasure’ to another and I can but imagine the delight in sifting through the wreckage like a smuggler in a westerly cove.
My own treasure hunting though got seriously underway on Sunday and treasures they were indeed as I was taken from piano to piano and all of great musical interest. Tales abounded of tuition links back to the days of Clara Schumann at one extraordinary house and then driving into deepest Sussex more delights awaited.
This elderly Steinway concert grand has quite incredibly been in the same family ownership since new in 1887 and now stands rooted to the spot with its 125 year history spread out in memories every bit as interesting as the scores that cover its music desk and top. Having survived torturous moves, recession, depression, two world wars and just about everything else that could be thrown at it this piano will most probably live on to see me out. Pianos like this don’t die, they simply sit back and watch the rest of the world go by.













