The Man Who Fell To EARTH!

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The man who fell to EARTH!

The man who fell to EARTH!
It was a warm spring weekend. My wife and I were out doing what we love to do every chance we get, and that’s garage sale-ing! Our local am radio station had a 2 hour block of time during which they would let you call in with something for sale and your contact information. Well I heard that someone had a guitar amp for sale and to call this number…..so I did. She told me the amp was her son’s who had left for college, and she wanted $75.00 for it. I said, “We are on our way.” When we arrived at her house she led us to the basement, and there it was. I thought, “WOW, a Peavey Bass amp for 75 bucks,” and as I got closer I said to myself, “this is no Peavey, it’s an EARTH!” I plugged it in and flipped the switch and the red light lit up, and I plugged in my axe and nothing, nada, not. I cranked it up all the way, and then I heard a glimmer of hope…sound, oh so faint, but sound nevertheless. I said, “Lady, I’ll give you 50 bucks and no more!” She looked at me and looked at the amp and looked back at me and said, “I hope you brought some help to lug this thing up the steps. It’s yours.” I took a deep breath and said, “Thanks lady….. I’ll get it.” WOW, was I in for it! This thing weighed a ton, at least. I thought someone was playing a bad trick on me and loaded it up with bricks or something, but we manhandled it up the steps to the car. We were in luck. It just fit in the back seat. From there I called around to find out everything I could about the newfound treasure. I found out about the thing with Peavey, and well, I can see why they were pissed to say the least. This thing cleans up nice as you will see later. Well, to my good fortune, I got through to an engineer at Peavey who knew even more about the amp, and he sent some schematics to show me what was going on inside. He told me about the bad caps, and what to replace them with. Well, I knew of only one place to take this baby. That was Empirical Sound in Cleveland, Ohio. On the bench she went, and I waited and waited what seemed like a light year. One day when I called, I heard in the back ground, ”Hey, Bill, the man who fell to Earth is on the phone. You want to tell him?” It was an hour and fifteen minute drive and I made it in forty-five minutes. When we got home and lugged her into the house and plugged it in, the first note I hit damn near blew out the front window. Needless to say, she cleaned up real well, and I enjoy her every day. “How does she sound?” you ask. Well, like nothing I’ve ever heard. The highs on my six shooter are crisp and rip out your ears, while the low end bass notes are fresh and clean. I think you could do CPR with those. Well, that’s my story, and I’m sticking with it. Hope you enjoyed it, and take a look at the pix. She’s like new!