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What I really wish Randel would talk about are the amazing stories behind some of these boards. This one in particular was part of an awesome, and truly surreal, road trip story best told not in a blog but over beers. I'll give it a shot though.
ReplyDeleteWe headed up to Boston to visit Matt Davidson ("Stretta"), to trade my JP-8 for the Memorymoog shown in the background of these pics. On the way, we stopped at a massive warehouse full of mostly tossed-around, half-repaired gear, owned by a regular visitor/contributor to AHNE. You couldn't even change your mind without bumping into a Polymoog in this place... there must have been half a dozen among over 100 old vintage things, all for sale. Oops, I almost kicked this Prophet-10 leaned up against a stack of dusty Oberheims. I mean, damn.
(Where is the place? Who is the guy? I'm actually not sure I can say. The guy preferred anonymity online at the time, so probably still does... dangit!)
Among the rubble were two equally broken Chromas, both apparently "just needing new power supples." I bought one of them for $1000, with Randel confident he could repair it without too much difficulty.
This was two years ago.
I'm very happy that Randel's hundreds of hours of work are finally over, and the board works. I've since bartered its carcass for other services rendered in the meantime (he's fixed just about every single vintage synth I've owned since 2003), but am happy to claim visiting rights to this massive bitch of 16-VCO fatness. Hell, it probably wouldn't fit into my apartment anyway.