Author: Simon Aldrich
Date: 2015-05-11 07:40
While a student at Yale, I went to Everett's house in NJ several times to have him work on mpcs, both soprano and bass.
When he worked on my vintage Kaspar and Chedeville mpcs, he poured the mpc dust into a jar for Ronnie Reuben. He always shook his head when he did so, as though he didn't believe that vintage-rubber scrapings were the magic pixie-dust some believe it to be.
I would spend all day at Everett's house, yet he was embarrassed to accept any remuneration for his work. I learned that he liked single-malt scotch so I came to pay him with a bit of cash and a bottle of scotch.
Once, in the presence of his wife, I recounted to Everett that my instruments had been stolen from my locker at Yale, including a Kaspar mpc. His wife took pity on me and sold me her Kaspar mpc for $50, saying she only ever played it in church. Everett gently tried to dissuade her from selling it to me, but it was a done-deal, as she and I had already bonded over the fact that we both had a hernia (mine in my throat from playing on too-hard a setup, hers in her stomach).
Simon
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