I've posted a lot about old Peaveys, but now that I finally have this rig right where I want it, let's hear why I go on and on about them one more time:
(After a few missteps with cabs, I think I have finally found just the one here, though I would happily add another just like it.)
When I think of what first inspired me to make music, I think of the pointy Peavey logo. When I was in kindergarten and my dad was still alive, he took me out to a rock show and I thought it was the coolest thing. I started doing somersaults on the dance floor, and dancers made room for me. I remember the lights, and that logo, and blue knobs, and the singer having everybody clap for my dancing. My dad must have put in a word. I remember telling, and illustrating, this story in my kindergarten class. In high school, I finally got a Mark III head, pointy logo and blue knobs and everything, and while I liked it well enough for a time I didn't realize then how good I had it and traded it away for who knows what. Happily, more than 20 years down the line, I have recaptured a bit of that magic by acquiring some gear with that pulchritudinous pointy Peavey logo and that sound I finally appreciate properly.
(After a few missteps with cabs, I think I have finally found just the one here, though I would happily add another just like it.)
When I think of what first inspired me to make music, I think of the pointy Peavey logo. When I was in kindergarten and my dad was still alive, he took me out to a rock show and I thought it was the coolest thing. I started doing somersaults on the dance floor, and dancers made room for me. I remember the lights, and that logo, and blue knobs, and the singer having everybody clap for my dancing. My dad must have put in a word. I remember telling, and illustrating, this story in my kindergarten class. In high school, I finally got a Mark III head, pointy logo and blue knobs and everything, and while I liked it well enough for a time I didn't realize then how good I had it and traded it away for who knows what. Happily, more than 20 years down the line, I have recaptured a bit of that magic by acquiring some gear with that pulchritudinous pointy Peavey logo and that sound I finally appreciate properly.