The electone, better known as the home organ, might recall memories of drunken uncles playing shambolic versions of Christmas songs, or upwardly mobile parents forcing a bit of culture down junior's throat. In many family homes, it is a dust-gathering fixture, a hulking monument to the musically dasai.
Or at least until Tucker.
For the last three years, Tadashi Takatsuka, a k a Tucker, has spent his spare time scouring ward-office lists of unwanted items in search of abandoned electones.