Several years ago, a Broadway musician told me in no uncertain terms, “the guitar is an imperfect instrument.”
I was a little pestered by his opinion because I had just told him I’d purchased my first acoustic guitar and I was swirling in the Heavens.
I asked him why the guitar was “imperfect” and he told me it was because it “didn’t have eight strings like a piano.”
I nodded as I tried to understand his reasoning.
“The piano,” he continued, “is the perfect instrument.”
“How so?” I wondered at him.
“Octaves.” He smiled. “Eight, perfect notes. Natural on a piano. Imperfect on a guitar.”
He then strolled away from me, confident and destroying, as I deflated a bit out of my newfound guitar love.
Is there such a thing as an “imperfect” musical instrument?
Is the piano the penultimate in musical perfection?