My second-to-last gig before the quarantine began was a show in memory of Neil Peart, with proceeds going to a local hospital for brain research. I guess my dad had a new credit card, and in honor of Neil decided to donate to me this 38" Paiste gong. It wasn't supposed to be this big, but this was what Paiste had on hand, so we figured we might as well get the big one. We built the stand with the help of our downstairs neighbors who build robots.
How can you not love a big beautiful gong? I'm absolutely smitten by the sounds that come out of this thing.