I once bought a lovely rosewood xylophone from a friend who is an auction junkie. I wasn't playing it and I needed the money, so I sold it to this other friend who is your total complete hippie musician, who has had an amazing career as a percussionist; traveling all over the world, playing in Africa, South America, New Guinea - a truly unique dude. Anyway, I take the xylo over there and he answers the door and we squeeze into a small house which is crammed with instruments and old recording gear. I mean absolutely jam packed. He looks around and says "Maybe the bedroom" In there, it's the same only there is a mattress on the floor. He looks around and without much hesitation says "can you help me drag my bed into the hallway?" We do. He sets up the xylophone and I leave him happily playing it. LoLoLoLo

Yeah, xylophones are cool.