From the night the teen furthur-row-back scrawny teens nearly puked down my back at one of many “YES” Concerts I’ve seen I *finally* found a way to get one of each of Eventide Stomps on my desks, not that I’ll be able to figure them out any better than the Sellers on Reverbs dumping theirs for hundreds-off from not getting it.
Only through a few set-up trips though.
Now I have to fab all these dang jumper cables, turns-out I but TS, then I thought I’d bought TRS.
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