So I'm here in Utah, and I see a pink yard sale sign. Actually I see about 10 pink yard sale signs, so I start following them. I make a few turns and end up inside a storage unit complex and all the doors are painted turquoise the same exact color as my shirt. I get there and there's a guy with wall to wall laserdiscs and appliances and stacks and stacks of junk. I ask if he's got records; he has thousands. We end up talking music for an hour or two, I go to his place and his wife cooks up some food while we listen to some really good big band music from Harry James. I end up renting a storage unit for a makeshift studio, but I really haven't got much at this point other than a suitcase full of junky mics, a cassette 4-track, and an electric guitar. One month later, I chance upon a stunningly beautiful, showroom worthy hammond b3 organ for basically nothing. It comes with the original PR-40 all tube tone cabinet, and after arranging trailers and moving logistics, it rests in the corner of the studio. It's a monster. My next score came when I picked up a Unicord STAGE 720 guitar amp, which looks to be a late 70s solid state. It's got a good reverb unit and a funny built in distortion knob. The same weekend I came upon a mint AKAI 4-track reel to reel recorder that has a built in 8-track deck. It has a lot of knobs and functions that elude me, but it seems as if you might somehow be able to have 8 tracks on the sucka. What I'm saying, people, is that you should come out and record here. Anyone is welcome. If you're coming down the I-15 between Salt Lake and Vegas, I'm just a stone's throw away. Call me.