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By Paisleyfrog on July 19, 2026 3:46 am

Let's do some solo piano. Or at least try.

Picture from one of the last times I was in the house where I grew up.

Sometimes songs come from unexpected places.

This week my sister texted the family chat that she was going to let the old family phone number lapse. It was ported when my mom and dad moved, but ended up being twice as expensive for one silly reason or another. That original phone number was mainly important to my mom, and my dad doesn't get many calls anymore. Time to let things go.

Funny how important something like phone number can be.

I'm really lucky. My parents moved back to their home state in 1970 and found a house...where I grew up....and stayed there for 50+ years. And because of that, they had the same phone number for decades. Never got a cell phone, that landline was the way to call them.

It was more than a number. It was sort of a touchstone. That sense that a lot of things can change, but that number was there. I had friends who connected with me again after decades because they called my parent's number.

Stayed the same. But now it's time to let it go.

It's almost silly to be sentimental over a phone number. But it's more than just a number.

It's calling for a ride home.

It's calling to talk about the good grade on an exam.

It's calling for help.

It's reaching out.


My parents moved in 2023. 53 years in the same place.

My mom died in 2024. They were married for 67 years. She was the one who really cared about consistency of phone numbers, things like that.

Things change. Time to let go. No answer from that ring tone.

Back to that text conversation. My sister and I talked about how that number is just ingrained in us. It's muscle memory. I said I could sing the tones. (Yes, touch tones are dissonant pairs. We approximate.)

Sing the tones? I think I know what to do about letting that phone number go...and what I'm doing for week 29.

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This is beautiful. A really honest and Really touching sentiment this one. Letting go is hard and it comes in so many different places.

love the number and dial tones at the start. Piano sounds great too. A great piece.

Wow, to think a number is connected to so many memories and sentiments... But it makes total sense reading about it. It's a beautiful way of letting something go, and at the same make a monument to it. Also the act of PLAYING it even though it's hard makes it extra personal, I'm honestly touched.

Hey Paisley, what a lovely, lovely piece. The dissonances are bitter-sweet and beautiful. Really well done on this one! No notes as you've just nailed 100%.

And yeah, it isn't fun, but letting go is part of of life. And the older you get, the more you're forced to leave things behind. Until one day even you yourself will disappear. But that's mostly a problem for the people who survive you.

I never listened to Billy Joel much. But every time I hear one of his songs I'm always amazed at how well written it is.

Final little tangent. Back in my high school days, when people all had landlines. One of my musician friends would remember phone numbers as scale degrees. You'd tell him your number. He'd whistle and would remember your number as a melody. And if he was in a phone booth he'd whistle the melody of the person he wanted to reach before dialing the number.

Anyway, congrats on this wonderful piece!

Just back to listen to it for a 3rd time. I'll say it again. what a lovely and moving little piece.

It's beautiful. Even without the backstory your song gives of emotions and shows the possible stories that fit "the real one".

Amazing submission. I can fully relate, not in exact same way thou. Very moving

oh starting with the phone...i can already tell i'll be sad
solo piano is such a beautiful challenge for writing. i often try to restrict myself from too many sounds and if i put the effort in, there's always beauty to be found.
this finds that beauty, simply and brutally. excellent work.

Beautiful.

Very touching track.

Well done.

I have goosebumps man, unreal

Beautiful. This feels like a generational memory - complicated relationships with touchtone phones, wood-panelled station wagons, your dad's motorcycle and the smell of the spare helmet, the stream across the street that changed as we aged but never went away.

King of genre wizardry, weaver of tapestries of nostalgia, deep-sea diver of the oceans of memory, I salute you 🫡💖

What a story. Wow. Real life is more amazing than fiction. I still remember our landline number, though my parents turned it off already sometime in 2010 as the cell phones took over. Never remember a cellphone number. Sometimes i rrally miss that tactile feeling landline phones had . But you're right.. things change, tile to let go..

Jackmsimpson wrote:

This is beautiful. A really honest and Really touching sentiment this one. Letting go is hard and it comes in so many different places.

love the number and dial tones at the start. Piano sounds great too. A great piece.

Thank you heart As it goes on, I'm realizing life is equal parts holding close and letting go.

Leo wrote:

Wow, to think a number is connected to so many memories and sentiments... But it makes total sense reading about it. It's a beautiful way of letting something go, and at the same make a monument to it. Also the act of PLAYING it even though it's hard makes it extra personal, I'm honestly touched.

Thank you heart I had thoughts of recording the parts separately if I really had to, glad it didn't come to that smile

I think a connection to a number reflects a certain time - pay phones and phones you couldn't program, and those beeps. I don't know phone numbers anymore, not really. Hell, I barely know my wife's phone number. She's a name in my phone, not a number.

My earlier phone memories are on rotary dials, and those don't stick in your brain much smile

electronic_tiger wrote:

Just back to listen to it for a 3rd time. I'll say it again. what a lovely and moving little piece.

Thanks, Tiger heart  The need to let go is only going to increase....my dad is 93.

The idea of letting go has made me understand being more OK with death. My dad has talked about it, he's OK with anytime now. He's had to let go of a lot....and after a while, the world you live in isn't the one you once knew.

dreat wrote:

It's beautiful. Even without the backstory your song gives of emotions and shows the possible stories that fit "the real one".

Amazing submission. I can fully relate, not in exact same way thou. Very moving

Thank you so much. Making someone feel something is one of the finest compliments you can give a musician heart  I knew how this piece hit me and my sister, didn't know if it would for others. smile

Spaceman Fantastiques wrote:

oh starting with the phone...i can already tell i'll be sad
solo piano is such a beautiful challenge for writing. i often try to restrict myself from too many sounds and if i put the effort in, there's always beauty to be found.
this finds that beauty, simply and brutally. excellent work.

I hardly ever do solo piano - lack of confidence. I need to remember that music doesn't have to be complex, it just needs to feel. Thank you for the reminder heart

AiDeRen wrote:

Beautiful.

djippy wrote:

Very touching track.

Well done.

Thank you both heart

MrAtlantis69 wrote:

I have goosebumps man, unreal

This is such a huge compliment from you, I admire your playing so much. Thank you heart

neon liminal wrote:

Beautiful. This feels like a generational memory - complicated relationships with touchtone phones, wood-panelled station wagons, your dad's motorcycle and the smell of the spare helmet, the stream across the street that changed as we aged but never went away.

King of genre wizardry, weaver of tapestries of nostalgia, deep-sea diver of the oceans of memory, I salute you 🫡💖

Wood paneled station wagons...and living rooms. Genre frog or memory frog? smile

And yeah...complicated relationships. That were more complicated than I realized at the time. Tahnk you heart

Minnamari wrote:

What a story. Wow. Real life is more amazing than fiction. I still remember our landline number, though my parents turned it off already sometime in 2010 as the cell phones took over. Never remember a cellphone number. Sometimes i rrally miss that tactile feeling landline phones had . But you're right.. things change, tile to let go..

Thank you heart I don't pull from immediate life for songs that often, but this one sort of grabbed me by the shirt collar and demanded my attention smile

I think it's reflective of a certain age to really ingrain on a phone number...GenX/Millennial. After I finished this, my wife was telling me how she will never forget her home number from when she was growing up, either.

Simple, classic melancholy. A favorite for sure

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