Another involves a music school in which pianists had designated practice rooms. Everyone knew which room belonged to who. One day a pianist walked into his practice room to warm up and sliced his finger open on razor blades conveniently placed between the keys.
I doubt this story is true because the distance from the key top to the key bed is about 1 3/4". When the key is depressed, it depresses up to 1/2". That means there is only 1 1/4" remaining for the razor to protrude. However, razor blades measure only 3/4" from spine to edge.You can infer from this deduction that someone just wasted a bunch of razor blades. However, the length of a standard blade is 1 1/2". If it were placed lengthwise vertically, the blade will protrude 1/4" when the keys are depressed. So the story is possible.
One involved a young man about to try out for entrance into the school to study violin. He was nervous, so he had to pee. Not thinking anything about it he left his violin in the hallway unattended. When he returned less than three minutes later the violin had been tampered with and sabotaged to break during his performance. He figured it out beforehand but had to run around looking for a substitute instrument!
Welcome to the world! Music, despite all the romantic fluff you try to gussy it up with, is a business, and a cutthroat one at that. I have heard several horror stories, many involving the big name schools, which, in my opinion, not only can breed some pretty foul musicians, but more importantly just nasty people.One involved a young man about to try out for entrance into the school to study violin. He was nervous, so he had to pee. Not thinking anything about it he left his violin in the hallway unattended. When he returned less than three minutes later the violin had been tampered with and sabotaged to break during his performance. He figured it out beforehand but had to run around looking for a substitute instrument!Another involves a music school in which pianists had designated practice rooms. Everyone knew which room belonged to who. One day a pianist walked into his practice room to warm up and sliced his finger open on razor blades conveniently placed between the keys.It's a nasty world. Plain and simple. Just don't be that person and you are automatically truer to your art than most.