Tommy Triangle: Champion of Percussion

This post, like many I have written in the past on other blogs is largely a bunch of nonsense. There. I've admitted it. Let's get on, shall we?

The NPR and I were headed down the highway the other day when a song from Carmen blasted out from the radio. I was suddenly amused by the persistent tinkling sound of a triangle that I had never heard before. "Listen to that," I said, "Someone is playing the hell out of that triangle!"

From my imagination, I crafted an entire life narrative for a young triangle genius I named "Tommy." 

He had been plucked from Mr. Snerdly's 6th grade band class by a visiting youth orchestra director who declared that he had "perfect timing." 

From there he would be catapulted to International stardom, playing with great orchestras around the world. 

He would stand in the back with the other percussionist, wearing a tuxedo and following through sheet music composed almost entirely of rests until the peak moment came. He would then ding his triangle with uncanny skill. 

The fierceness of his gesture would cause his carefully shellacked hair to fall forward into his eyes and require a strong head toss to settle it back in its original position.

The NPR and I giggle at the thought of this. 

I took my inspiration from the following image that I saw on Failblog a long time ago:

Not all at once ladies.