mistaken raze after one show ended with a river of tears and another began with a crude kiss that leaned even harder on the same idiosyncratic instrument, i thought it must be national omnichord appreciation day. but no such celebratory gesture exists. you should remove the batteries during any length of storage to prevent corrosion, they say. i never meant to let mine sleep so long. the eight alkaline cells that drove it died years ago. but their bones are dry. i untangle the power supply, slip the plug into the pit it was made for, and let my fingers graze the touch plate. the thing still sings. 230213 what's it to you? who go blather from