Big Ass Korg

We went up to Baltimore last weekend to help my brother schlep his accumulation of matter from his old flop to his new one.

Baltimore claims to be "America's Favorite City." Favorite must be some kind of euphamism.

Either that, or America loves row-houses and urban decay.

The major, remarkable difference between his old house and his new house (aside from the crime rate) was that the new one has right angles between the front and side walls, while the old one was a giant parallelogram.

Of course, the over arching joy of helping someone move is that you get to see the kind of stuff they have hidden away.

In this particular case, we were treated to the discovery of a 6 foot long Korg keyboard in a closet. The keyboard clearly was your normal cheap-dsp-from-MalWart variety.... it took two normal people to carry (or one brother...). Due, in part, to it's all metal construction, analog electronics, and 80's hairband stickers.

It is much nicer to not be the ones moving. It is a huge, expensive chore.