RIP, Old Friend
I loved him. I really did. Sure, I haven’t heard from him in over ten years. And, sure, we may have had our differences: He was having trouble adjusting to the changing of the times and was set in his ways. But, I loved him. I loved the soft humming of his motorized heart. I loved the way he used to mimic Alvin and the Chipmunks. I loved it all.
I can’t believe he’s gone. And they way he had to go… it makes me shudder. Sure, he may have felt neglected and marginalized, but it didn’t mean I didn’t have a place for him in my heart. Even though I would probably never hear from him again. And even when I did hear from him, it would be muted and garbled. Regardless, he was a part of my childhood and made me feel so much cooler than anyone else.
On October 25, 2010, Walkman was murdered by his father, Sony. He was 31 years old, was survived by his equally obsolete brother, Discman, and no one could give two shits.