Well, I sold the BFT for $500. It's the black fuzzy thing that my brother and I made for our DJ gig, which we no longer do. It's a folding table-like thing with built-in light fixtures and cable routing. Totally bitchen ... three-quarter-inch plywood covered with black fuzzy stuff on the outside, and black formica on the inside. Piano hinges all around. You know, professional-looking and bullet-proof. Our sound man's church bought it for their new 32-channel sound board. It's a perfect fit, almost as if God ordained its manufacture six years ago for its present and ultimate use. Br'er and I decided that the proceeds would buy a wireless hand-held for the girl singer in the band. That's a done deal. I had coveted the proceeds for a possible shot at my long-desired Eden D-115XLT, but altruism prevailed, hence the mic. But AHA! A chain of circumstances arose surrounding my wife's 19th wedding anniversary, the planets have fallen into alignment and, sure enough, it's beginning to look a lot like there's going to be a 15 on which to mount my D-210XLT. I believe that the resultant tone will represent what I consider to be the most bitchen conceivable. More on this later.