And not in a good way.
In keeping with yesterday’s 80s mood, this thing gave me infinite pleasure in the 1980s. It’s small, but it was enough for me to play easy piano pieces–which were all I could ever play in the first place.
I wanted to see if I could still remember how to play a particular song, so I pulled it down from the top of the guest room closet.
THE POWER CORD IS NOT WITH US.
Happiness denied.