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The marimbalite makes any evening out something
special. As the tuxedo-clad artiste waves his torches at the instrument
in time to a Latin beat the light energises the photoelectric cells, which
trip relays that actuate little hammers that hit the xylophone. Personally, I'd stick with the little hammers and eliminate the middle
man.
The real fun is when a waiter accidentally spills a
tray of drinks on the thing and you can watch a whole bank of
electronics short out.
Sparks everywhere. Magic. | 
