I've a mate out on the east coast, who's a proper pro session jazz trombonist. He's threatening to drop in for a session at some gig at some point. However. since managing to injure himself recently, he was given a revolting green lightweight plastic trombone so his broken ribs and collarbone could cope with the weight. Now. why couldn't he have gotten something in swirly fluorescent hues?
Glad you're digging the sounds, Squid.
One of the clips features Chris the keys man with bacofoil wrapped around his head! He was sat there with a kitchen foil helmet and mask, a pair sunglasses on and his headphones. He heard his wife coming up the stairs to the bedroom, at one point, whilst filming himself on his MacBook in this strange get-up. "Don't come in for a minute, please! I'm... er, doing something..." he called. - She, needless to say, drew her own conclusions and went back down. LOL.