Tuned a Steinway yesterday. Again.

The bass notes were singing through the floorboards like they’d been waiting decades to be heard. I adjusted the hammers by feel, not the tuning fork—something old-school, maybe stubborn. The owner didn’t notice the difference, but I did. That’s the thing about tuning: you’re not fixing sound, you’re remembering it. The piano knew what it wanted. I just helped it say it.