It’s been a few years for me, since my last confession at the ivory. My grandmother had a beautiful Everett, and it’s been mine since I left my family home nearly ten years ago. It’s currently in my garage, as I live on the third floor. I go through all or nothing phases with that instrument; not unlike most other things in my life. It is one of the greatest creative and emotional releases I have ever known, though. I really need to dust her off.