36" Wind Gong on the Rambo Rimbaud Gong Stand

Description

This listing includes a traditional Chinese gong mallet.
The Rambo Rimbaud Gong Stand
is simple, pure and strong. When you are with one, you feel a passion for clean black lines, the way the pieces of this gong stand fit together in an unusual way. The way they show off the gong, rather than themselves.
It is a poetry that is inextricably fused with the manufacture that makes us contemplate the young poet Rimbaud meeting up the celluloid fleck of testosterone called Rambo.
Rimbaud, when he was done writing poetry, did run guns in North Africa, they say. And Stallone, does write the grunts that amble out, perhaps not iambically, from Rambo's mouth while he shoots guns in his movies.
Gong Stand Measurements:
Adjustable Height: 55" - 61"
Width: 44"
Depth of Feet: 30"
The 36" Wind Gong (
Video Demonstration
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is a magnificent beast. Deep and fulfilling, sustaining and nurturing, but also complex and delightful, flirty and fun. It can have a nice long deep tone and when played gently, let you languish over the various harmonics that it yields. However, when you build it fast and let it crash, it can be like a summer rainstorm, a sunshower as well!
Day 22:
The blood of his enemies stinging in his eyes kept him awake. Rambo continues to hunt. The battle is gurgling to an end, the Shadow Government almost out of cronies to send after the fearsome warrior. Why haven’t they learned yet, Rambo wondered, that death has found favor with their side and not his? 22 days of this game.
The Shadow Government thought they’d be able to steal a national heirloom, the Gongs Unlimited 36" Wind Gong, from the MOMA and sell it on the black market. That this would be an afternoon of easy work with an enormous paycheck. But Rambo had other plans. Perhaps it was his instinctual passion for the finer things, perhaps it was about the potential absence of the gong in future lives, but Rambo came.
Scaling the side of the Shadow Government’s National Underground Castle, Rambo finally felt the ache of war catching up. His skin seemed to no longer add cushion, bringing raw pains to his very bone. He continued to climb, hearing the tone of the wind gong resonating from the highest turret without being struck. It needed his help.
Rambo jumped through the turret window, ready to kick the ass of any man with one. But only one figure stood next to the stolen gong. It was the rotund and evil General Solder, the malicious overlord of the Shadow Government. His face, covered in scars from the times Rambo shot at him and the bullets hit his face, but not like, straight on, glistened into the underground moonlight.
“Oh, woah, hey dude,” Solder said. “I was just packing up this gong to mail back to the MOMA but I was weighing it first to figure out shipping charges with Fedex.”
“Aaaahh!” Rambo yelled in disagreement. Rambo hit the gong with the incredible intensity his muscular, flexible frame allowed.
“Ow! The traditional tone is gorgeous! Ah, ow!” the General yelled as the incredible sound waves caused his body fat to ripple and go out of control.
Rambo grabbed the gong and tomahawk-style threw it upward from the turret’s window. The gong sliced through the layers of the Earth, exploding from the surface and curving in a high arc, landing in a large pile of pillows Rambo had thoughtfully left in the MOMA’s parking lot.
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