Nestled at a point where hills meet, and the shadows of industry past loom over the rows of terraced houses, sits an old post office. With a brass knob graced by many hands, on a door so high even those with extreme stature needn’t stoop. If you had climbed the stairs a hundred years ago you might have stumbled across the postmaster sorting through telegrams, licking his finger while flipping through the inked pages of names and addresses. In this room now, however, resides Bertha: a re-homed upright piano, and on most days you will find, sat at this piano, Otto.
Otto lives in an old post office & currently sends fans of his music physical telegrams, you can become a part of the telegram list by signing up on the "Telegram From Otto" tab.