I still remember the day I bought mine. (Self-indulgent story ahead. You've been warned!) I had been in L.A. for only a few years when the D-50 came out. I was all in on "Gonna be a rock star!", so I spent literally every nickel on gear. (As my wife can confirm. No furniture in my apartment, my car was a horrid station wagon I bought for $800 that used to be a county coroner's wagon, and dates were to wherever one of my friends could get me in free. Looking back, I can't believe she, or any other woman, would go out with me.)
I made it a point to have as much cool gear as I could, and that opened a lot of doors for me. I could show off the newest sounds, plus it looked good on stage. For better or worse, the reality of being a keyboard player at this time was
"He who has the most gear" was most likely to get the gig.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't like that this is how it was. I came to L.A. because I thought I was a pretty good musician and could make a name for myself with that. But I quickly learned that nobody gave a fuck about the fact that I could play blazing fast solos. It was more about sounding cutting edge as you played ridiculously simple parts. And buying an effects unit with gated reverb presets before the other guys did. (I'm with Piet that the 80's is probably my least favorite musical decade, but alas, I didn't get to choose which decade I came of age.)
I'm just a poor country boy, though, so I had to stretch a dollar. When the DX7 came out, for instance, there was a waiting list in L.A., and even when your name finally came up, you'd have to pay list price. But a friend had a hookup with a store in South Dakota where I could get it right away, and for $200 off. Same with my SP1200 (Florida) and my Roland MKS-80 (grey market from Japan.)
Mostly, though, I'd buy from the Recycler, which was L.A.'s weekly classifieds paper. It came out every Thursday at around noon at the 7-11 near me. There would sometimes be totally killer deals, there, but I was usually too late. Dang! So It occurred to me that if I could find out where it gets delivered earlier, then I could be the one to get the great deals. The first delivery was to World of Books on Cahuenga in Hollywood at 7:00am, and I was there every week at 6:50am (just to be safe), along with a bunch of scraggly looking guys, who I would later learn were mostly car guys looking for quick flips.
I know that sounds a little obsessive to be so dedicated to this routine, but I got a lot of killer deals, including a Prophet 5 for $400, a MemoryMoog Plus for $250 and an Oberheim OBXa for $180. All working perfectly, and all with MIDI mods. I even got a '72 50-Watt Marshall stack (featured in
this book) for $450.
So anyway, the D-50 comes out and everybody is talking about it, so it would be great to have, but damn, the price. Recycler to the rescue! It was way too soon for there to be used ones, of course, but some guy had an endorsement deal or something, where he got two of them, so he decided to sell one of them for a couple hundred off. This was before cell phones, so I drove home as fast as I could and called right away. Probably 7:20 or so. He answered, and when I told him I saw his ad and wanted to buy it, I can still hear his voice, "Damn, you get up
early!"
I told him I could pay cash right now, no waiting, no muss, no fuss, so would he take another hundred off the price. (I'm hardcore, baby!) He said yes, so I showed up to his apartment, where he was still in his pajamas. We chatted for a while, which is always fun, and I was home by 9:00 with my shiny new D-50 in hand, serenading my sleepy wife with Digital Native Dance.
I still have it, and it still works, although I'm again with Piet that it's not favorite synth. In fact, I struggle to think when I've ever used it for anything meaningful. No doubt there were some things I used it for, but with most of my other synths, I can name lots of very specific uses.