Yeah... only pedal I ever killed. Smoke came out of it.
There I was, rocking out - foot on my monitor (washing basket), horns in the air (ignoring my mom), singing to thousands of screaming fans (grandma), pulling hella-sick guitar stances (in the bathroom mirror), soloing like Jimi (Jimmy Vegas), smoke starts coming from between my legs and I think that I've been possessed by the spirit of Eddie Van Halen and his dry ice machine.
Sadly, not - my blue box is making smoke
. I don't think it could handle my rock-god-fury.
There I was, rocking out - foot on my monitor (washing basket), horns in the air (ignoring my mom), singing to thousands of screaming fans (grandma), pulling hella-sick guitar stances (in the bathroom mirror), soloing like Jimi (Jimmy Vegas), smoke starts coming from between my legs and I think that I've been possessed by the spirit of Eddie Van Halen and his dry ice machine.
Sadly, not - my blue box is making smoke