In writing Flora, my little Yamaha upright in the hallway in Aberdeen Road was the perfect instrument to write on. Tolerant of the eraser mess and coffee perched on the lower end. It rattled at the slightest disturbance and some of the keys sat at different heights, so performance was a little un-predictable. But when I finally found a way to finish the piece, the very rough recording I made of my play-through seemed to really work.
It captured a sense of dryness in the place and connection between instrument and notes on a page in a very precise and embryonic way. It just feels right to have kept that recording and combine it with the string 7tet recorded later. The creek of the pedals and squeaky piano stool are all part of it to me, and the feeling of that first complete performance is really just how I heard it.