Sorry, Mom, this is a spinet-style harspishord my dad built with the inside of the lid painted by my grandmother. She actually entered the thing in the county fair in Amarillo, TX. She said the judges weren't quite sure what to do with it, but I think she did win a ribbon.

My dad has the really nice 8 ft dble manual at his home. The universities in SoCal used to rent it from him when the big international names came in for concerts. When we moved it, the rule was if you fell, you had to fall under the harpsichord.

I played Mozart in my 4th grade recital on one of the string of harpsichords that went through our house. Now, to get really weird. I actually had a few "pro" gigs (as in a college would hire me to play continuo or our group would play at a home party) back in my twenties when I was still playing the viola da gamba, recorder, krumhorn, you name it.

Ok, now you guys know more of the skeletons in my closet.