Cymbal Head

Trend Setters like us know. We just know! Far out beyond the Oort Cloud, there is a little-known planetoid that has always been the center of planetary rock and roll. They do Techno, Trance, Dance Hall, and all sorts of other music but the fact is, the kids love to rock!

Bands form and months pass. Then, a letter from the Council of Heads arrived from the Cymbal Head Race. Now it seems this race is genetically downtrodden and wants to take it out on the Ride Cymbal Race. The Snare Drum Race is now involved and the High-Hat Race, whose impatience is growing, is already here. Then in a brazen statement made while addressing the Council, the leader of the Cymbal Head Race, “Cymbal Head,” stated.

“We don’t like music without cymbals!”

Well, everyone knew that was a declaration of war and of course, everyone in the room reached for their swords but never drew them. In a tenuous moment, not a sound was heard. Would an all out battle eventuate right there inside the council chamber or would everyone come to their senses and realize, with or without cymbals, well, it’s all still just music. Still, Cymbal Head thought it was all symbolic.

Time went by and then more time went by, and the music never stopped. In our wildest dreams, we never expected this to happen. The Cymbal Head folks sat on one side of The Concert Hall, and the Heavy Rockers and Blues Men on the other.

When the music started, everyone stopped thinking. They stood eye to eye in auditory heaven and they danced. Black with white, brown with yellow, the fury ones with the aquatic ones… nobody cared. Everybody wanted love! The party went on all night and the next day was bright and cheery, about 82 degrees I’d say. So, the coffee flowed, and the best dreams became reality so that no one among them wanted anything but loud music, dance, and love for their fellow Cymbals. And on that day they decided never again to squabble about anything at all because unity has always been the answer, but Cymbal Head sat at the back of the room with a very unhappy look on his face.

He was a hothead and a lover of friction! His warlike ways could never cease. Everyone knew what this meant. The war was not over. Songs with cymbal’s were gearing up for war and songs without cymbal’s were partying like it was 1999. Will the war be waged? What will be the fate of Cymbal Head, and will the music continue to play so the universe can dance? No one knows the answer but that didn’t stop the days and night from rolling ahead. Walking on eggshells, Cymbal Head went into a deep depression!