In garages across the land, adolescent dreams of rock and roll continue. Bluegrass jams, gospel groups, punky papas play. One thing tying them together is the staple of amplification in America, Peavey. Most everyone who plays has had a Peavey at one point. I started on one. Our group used their power mixer for the big speakers. Even now, barely able to call myself a performing musician, I turn to Peavey when the call comes.
PAUL KEARSLEY, farmer and musician, sounded the alarm! His power mixer blew up a few months back when a cocktail tumbled into the heat vent. Paul is limping through four solo gigs a week, and here comes his Summer Three with The Woodman.
There are few buying opportunities in his Eastern Shore community, but right up the street I found Paul this near-vintage gem for under a day’s pay. Mid-1990s production, a few models up from the basic version I used in high school. Still consistently durable, still a winner.
Another sunset starts another gig. Reggae & ska powering over the calming waters of Chincoteague Bay, bringing our souls back to Mother Earth. Thanks, Peavey!