My brother would rather die, I think, than go on stage with anything other than his Real Fender Rhodes.

A funny story: his vintage Rhodes had a problem one time before a show and somehow he got Harold Rhodes' phone number after a gigantic runaround at Fender, and Harold Rhodes actually picked up. Then he spent almost an hour on the phone with the guy, while Rhodes walked him through the rewiring process, and the whole time, my brother said, he was saying stuff like:

"YOU YOUNG KIDS TODAY! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PLAYING A PIANO! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING! SEE THAT GREEN WIRE? SNIP IT AND DO WHAT I TELL YOU! DO YOU KNOW HOW TO HOLD A PAIR OF PLIERS???? DO YOU EVEN HAVE A SOLDERING IRON? YOU DO? HAVE YOU EVER PLUGGED IT IN??? KIDS!!!!!!!"

But, he helped him get it back up and running!!!

Then at the end, my brother said "I just want to thank you Mr. Rhodes. Rock and Roll wouldn't be the same without you."

And apparently Mr. Rhodes answered:

"Wrong! There wouldn't be any rock and roll period!"

Then hung up. Kids!!!!!!

smile

True story.