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Valley Music Center in Fresno, California resurrects the acoustic piano!

Given the surge in digital piano sales, most of us thought acoustic pianos were on their way out.

And when our local Fresno Piano dealership closed its doors back in March 2011, piano mavens who wanted to purchase prized Steinways had to schlep to L.A. or grab an Amtrak headed south for Bakersfield. Neither were enticing options.

Craig’s list, a former repository of acoustics, became flooded with electronics, falsely advertised as real “pianos.” What was this world coming to?

To the rescue:

Enter Hans Oviedo and his brother, Heynor, abiding sellers at the old local piano establishment who ran with their decades-long sales experience, and took a risk-bearing leap!

They re-opened Fresno Piano as “Valley Music Center,” catapulting it from a Lessons-only hub to a combined atrium for fine pianos and weekly instruction.

By their efforts, Steinway grands and uprights were home again in the good company of their Boston and Essex cousins with both models having the prestigious Steinway design logo engraved into their shiny brass plates.

Who could ask for more during a stop-off for lessons?

One of my students just happened to play the house Boston that sat nobly, center stage in Valley Music Center’s recital hall. She performed Bach’s Prelude in C (Well-Tempered Clavier) for her Spring concert selection, and with a crystal clear essence that permeated each note.

Still, I was distracted by a majestic Steinway O, seated in the store’s far corner.

Having the Classic look of yesteryear, with a florid rack and scrolled legs, the piano had been memorialized by Steinway and Sons at its 2005 celebration in Hamburg.

So why resist the temptation to dip my fingers into its sea of beauty?

And so it came to pass during this season of Resurrection that I played the magnificent repository of resonance and was not disappointed.


From Wiki:

“In April 2005, Steinway celebrated the 125th anniversary of the establishment of Steinway’s factory in Hamburg, Germany. Steinway employees, together with artists, dealers and friends from around the world celebrated the anniversary at the Laeiszhalle (former Music Hall Hamburg) with a gala concert, culminating in a showcase performance by the Steinway Artists Lang Lang, Vladimir and Vovka Ashkenazy and Detlef Kraus.

“As part of the celebration, the 125th anniversary limited edition Steinway art case piano by renowned designer Count Albrecht von Goertz was presented to the public.”


“This 5′ 10 ¾” (180cm) O grand piano has been a source of joy and inspiration since the very early 1900’s. Its sound is particularly warm and rich – far beyond what one would expect from a grand piano that is under 6 feet in length.”

P.S. Hans Oviedo has invited students and interested parties to sample the Hamburg O grand. He will mark off almost 20 minutes for each player by appointment.

Contact him at

or Phone at (559) 222-4900


Is the Acoustic Piano Culture at Risk?

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When is Superbowl Sunday? I better find out before it’s too late.

Shades of 1988, when I committed the biggest crime of my life. I dared to schedule a student recital on the most SACRED day of the year, Superbowl Sunday! What did I know having been raised on baseball, the Brooklyn Bums and heart-breaker pennants?

In Fresno, Bulldog fever was RAGING when I relocated from the Big Apple!

Championship football games, tailgate parties, hoop mania, and yes, even Girls Softball grabbed all the attention. Music education was relegated to the sidelines. At best I was coach of the bungling, Bad News Bears, a team of kids who never made it to PIANO practice. Soccer tournaments preempted lessons.


Amidst a swirl of sports events, I’d already booked the chapel, and not for my confessional. The pricey rental that I deep-pocketed came with a snazzy 9-foot Yamaha and lavender lighting. For an extra few bucks I got a tech who rolled in the night before to check on the heater, and to set up a long aluminum refreshment table.

He’d warned me that any goodies were to be consumed as far from the sanctuary as possible–maybe, to be safe, in the next room, a.k.a the rec hall. Any detectable crumbs incurred a $50 clean-up fee.

Such sacrilegious morsels were the least of my worries. Superbowl fever and its consequences were looming.

On the Big Day, a designated celebration of musical thanksgiving, a parade of parents entered the religious space wired up with ear phones, and what looked like antennae mounted on mini-TVs. There were VCRs (existent in those days) and fanny packs filled with ear buds. The clip-ins made parents look attentive while they were tuned out. A few moms unplugged them in time to catch junior’s 45-second sheet music tribute to a reptile. (“The Turtle, That’s Me!”)

Dads basically checked out, wandering off beyond sound detectable range, engrossed in field goals and bad penalty calls, but a few dropped back in to hear little Tommy play “That Thing Has No Name,” or sister Sue tap out the “Martian Dance” for a spaced out audience.

How these pupils managed in this chaotic setting was a Ripley’s Believe it or Not miracle-in-the-making.

Curiously, no one stayed to eat the chips and dips I offered in a pleasing post-concert spread. Parents stuffed their kids into car seats and drove off without a polite farewell of gratitude.

Next up were time-delayed Tailgate parties with beer, pizza, and buffalo wings. Beef Jerky added a deleterious dose of indigestion.


In the weeks that followed, a sizable group of my students dropped out. Was it a mystery?

By coincidence, the kids pulled from piano were neighbors on the Bluffs, (a man-made hill overlooking a man-made canyon with scads of hares dropped off by helicopter) It was a far cry from the natural, awesome landscapes of Malibu, or Monterey. In truth, the FAKE bluff was further miniaturized through the window of a passing Amtrak train. At least for beauty alone, Fresno could still boast the The Old Van Ness environs draped in mature pine trees on lavish acreage.

But I wasn’t going to raise consciousness about this, or anything related to my adopted home town.

As a priority, lessons had to be learned from the 1988 debacle.

At the stroke of midnight, 1989, I therefore pledged to be as conscientious about noting any calendar of conflicts affecting dental appointments as pertained to the former bi-annual student piano recitals.


Fast-forward to 2012:

Now that the chapel around the corner is over-charging music teachers, I use the new Valley Music Center for my musical EVENT. It’s dwindled down to ONE because of competing sports and dance activities. For sure, MTAC planned Festivals can fill in the gaps for those motivated.

Oops, I just noticed that I recommended attendance at the Daniil Trifonov concert which falls on a February Sunday.

I better check this date out pronto before I risk a major loss of students!