Finished my ironing board. I hammered the metal brackets and rods myself, sawing them and pounding them flat enough to drill through. Other than that, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Hey, I'm so glad you're reading this. It makes me feel a little zing. Oh, you wanted to know what's going on here? I think The Heated sounds like a little group of people who scrounged around and created instruments from what was lying about in a moment passion, moved by the inexorable need to make some noise. Two sticks from the tinder box became a rhythm section. A sewing machine cover as the bass drum. Whatever they could get their hands on.
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