#Nyan cat lost in space blackface portable

This fellow was a smoking guitar player whose day job as a city garbage collector had certain perks. My amp was a late-’60s blackface Fender Bandmaster I bought from a guy for $40 in high school. Ten years later, in 1983, I was a sophomore at Purdue University and in a band. I don’t recall getting in trouble, so I must’ve put out the fire and my parents were none the wiser. I lowered the socket to the wires and my radio burst into flames! No music, no Dr. If you’re wondering where my parents were, all I can say is, man, it was the ’70s…. Hey, if the radio is just barely receiving at 9V… imagine the reception at 120V! A donor lamp cord later, and I held a live AC mains wire below the 9V battery socket on my radio. It was a funny show and I really wanted to listen, but my weak long-distance reception made it a struggle.

#Nyan cat lost in space blackface portable

The channel faded in and out on my small 9V AM/FM portable radio. Once a week, given a good reception night, I would tune in to the Dr. My hat’s off to the (for now) willing PG editorial staff!Īround age 10, back in 1973, I lived in northern Indiana. As a student, I avoided English classes as a rule, desperately substituting any math or science class. My hope is to entertain with tube insights plus a few illustrative near-topic stories. Premier Guitar has been kind enough to ask me to write a little something for you each month about guitar amps. I’m Steve Carr of boutique guitar amp company Carr Amplifiers.