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I ran over the drummer's cymbals with the van when loading in.
They looked normal, but sounded like garbage can lids.
So we stacked 'em up and ran over 'em again.
They sounded as good as new to us!
And, yeah...that's when you'd walk in to get that last armload at 3:00a.m. and it was just you and the CS-800.
The widowmaker, we called it.
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