Sock, Now Knob Gremlin?

While playing the piano today, I kept thinking that something was wrong. Turned out that the bench was a hair too high. The same gremlin that steals a single sock from each load of laundry must also be responsible for twisting the knobs on a piano bench when no one is looking!

Which brings to mind the story that when Glenn Gould was playing a concerto with the Cleveland Orchestra, he spent an inordinate amount of time during one rehearsal flutzing with the height of the bench. The conductor, George Szell, finally exclaimed, “Perhaps if I were to slice one-sixteenth of an inch off your derriere, Mr. Gould, we could begin.”