Refelting My Keyboard

Fifteen years ago, when Julia and I were living in a studio apartment, she got me a keyboard. It was a used Yamaha P85, and a significant expense for us at the time. I loved it, and unlike the penny whistles, accordion, and stroh violin I was exploring, it had a volume control. Almost immediately our cat knocked a potted plant onto it, and I needed to take it apart to carefully clean it. Since then, however, I've had no issues, save one: clacky keys. Over time the keys were getting louder, especially the "A" below middle "C". Something had clearly worn out inside. It was an acoustic noise on an electronic instrument—playing live the audience couldn't hear the clacks over the amplified sound—but having odd percussion on "A" wasn't ideal. Still, I applied my normal approach of trying not to care, which saves me lots of time and money, and didn't let it bother me. Lily has been increasingly fooling around with the piano, which I'm happy to see: this is also how I learned to play. She…