Most of us here at BAMM are musicians with an awesome day job, and I’m just another one of those musicians who can’t walk away from a good instrument. This past weekend I pulled the trigger on a 1975 Rhodes Mark 1. I have wanted one of these babies for quite some time, and I finally mustered up the nerve after a nice refund from Uncle Sam. Thanks, Barry Dunham.
I don’t have enough zeros in my bank account to collect old cars. Even if I did, I’d rather have this beast than a cheesey mid-seventies Corvette, complete with vanity plates. Now for the name. I was thinking Rhonda Rhodes, or just Fat Andy because it’s so freaking heavy (I learned the hard way that transporting one of these beasts in not a one-man job). Then again, you can never go wrong with LaFawnduh (Napoleon Dynamite spelling, of course).
Phil
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