Depending on the season, we also sometimes hear faint strains of piano, singing and dancing as the theatrical companies in our building prepare for coming Broadway shows.
The one that puts the "hot" in dichotomies: Hospital Beds, Cold War Kids From the faint tap of a piano pedal to the fragmented imagery served up in Nathan Willet's painstaking narrative, Hospital Beds is CWK at their most ambitious.
But now not even the holly the ladies of the Grange have hung around can cheer it up, can chase away the smell of dust and must, of cobwebs too high to reach and rats' nests in the piano, that faint sour tang of blueprints.
The lustrous final track, "00000 Million," is just Vernon, a piano, and a faint sample of the Irish folksinger Fionn Regan longing for "where the days have no numbers".
The faint staccato lilt of a piano.
As she began to play again, the multiple speakers vibrated on their stands, the piano emerging as a faint echo under the foghorn traffic jam.
Searching for the source, I made out the faint outlines of furniture — yes, that was the piano in the distance — and a snoring lump of something brown and molting, sprawled in a warm spot under the window.
Soon, a faint tone could be heard, but it wasn't from the piano.
The pairing worked well, particularly in duets like "Night-Spell I (Sagittarius)," in which Ms. Roden laid out the piano notes while Mr. Moltisanti whistled into the piano like a late bird to wake a faint echo of atmosphere, like a darkened landscape, from the strings.
