Seriously, how do piano movers/people move grand or baby grand pianos to places, anywhere? But especially to either small spaces, up stairs, or for example, an apartment/penthouse in a tall building in NYC? I know it happens. It seems very difficult. Explain plz haha
edit for punctuation because my keyboard is broken oh 2nd edit – yeah genuinely no pun intended with the word “keyboard”
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I have a fun story about this actually. My dad went to elementary school in a one room schoolhouse in the midwest and they had a piano. When they built a bigger school someone 100 miles away got the piano. They actually lowered it by crane into the basement after it was poured and built the house over it. Eventually, many years later, those people were moving and needed the piano gone. Due to the virtues of old people Facebook my dad learned that they were just giving the piano away if you could get it out and my dad being the maguyver of blue collar Midwesterners wanted that thing bad.
So he enlisted me, my uncle, my uncle’s big burley friend, and the guy who owned the place to get it out of the basement. We had to maneuver it around two corners to get it to the stairs which wasn’t bad, but the stairs were insane. The thing was a centimeter less wide than the staircase. Not even kidding. My dad was ecstatic. The legs didn’t come off but we did have to remove the railing on the staircase. We ended up making this pseudo ramp of plywood with cardboard, but we could only go about 4 feet and then had to replace a a back section with a front section so you could actually stand on the stairs. Two guys on the bottom pushing and praying their bodies didn’t give out and the thing came crashing down and smushed them. Two guys at the top trying to lift this fucking boulder from the bottom to reduce friction. Except it was on stairs so you’re actually trying to lift from a spot lower than your feet are setting while not leaning up against the thing so you don’t push back. And one guy at the top of the stairs pulling with a rope.
It was roughly a million degrees that summer day and nearly everyone broke in half, but we did eventually get the damn thing up and out and onto a trailer. We made a straight ramp and put it on rollers, like the roller boards in PE class, to roll it fairly easily into the house where it sat about ten feet from the door.
A couple years later my parents moved and my dad called me to ask to help move it again. I just hung up
Edit: I forgot to add, the thing sounds horrible and the company that made it actually typoed their own name on it. But nostalgia I guess
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