Went through many roommates when I just moved to Toronto. Arty the alcoholic who would invited the whole bar after last call, to hang out at our place and sometimes threw me against the wall if I tried stopping him from putting tupperware on a stovetop. Archie, the Grossman’s Tavern chess player, and former nihilist Spasm Band clarinetist who brought home prostitutes that made me uncomfortable but even weirder was the young anthropology student roommate with French braids and her U of T professor boyfriend. Thirty-five year age difference. The best roommate was my brother Ronnie’s CP70. Where did it end up? Such an awesome machine in the 1980s prior to DX7s taking over the world followed later by Nords. Both so much less interesting than the CP70.