Tonight I sold The Tank, the keyboard that was there with me throughout college, propped right next to the bed in my dorm room. The keyboard that taught me how to be tough, yet tender. The instrument that withstood everything I could possibly put her through, from 100 degree heat in St. Louis outside of Busch Stadium, to frigid cold on Dec. 24th in Union Square, to getting LOST by Delta Airlines baggage claim in Seattle for 2 months in 05. The instrument that defined the early sound of the Earl Scheib 5, punked the neighborhood kids in Newport and Brooklyn into thinking the Ice Cream man was coming, and lulled baby Lydia to sleep. Goodnight, Tank. It has been REAL.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 02:30:30 +0000
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