Everyone starts somewhere mediocre, and most of us started at the wrong end of an electronics shop. Mine was Tandy (Australia), which is what Maplin (UK) or Radio Shack (US) was to the rest of you. I walked past the rows of random resistors and the soldering kits and there, behind the glass, sat the Realistic 32-1200 Stereo Mixing Console. It was like shining down from the heavens. Here I was, in-front of an 80s slab of metal, most likely built for wedding singers and CB radio types, not for what I wanted to do with it, but it had faders and a price I could almost reach, so it became a DJ mixer by sheer force of teenage (and…
