An Oldie but Goodie

The Triangle who lived...
It began as a simple love, but since it was in high school it was really nothing more than a complicated lust and obsessive fascination. Yes, my compadres, a lust for all things triangluar. Fair game for all things related to the number three. 

The 2005-06 Concerto Competition loomed towards us. We accepted the challenge, but before we were to perform this legendary piece in a competition, a warm-up was required not just for the performers, but for the audience as well. This warm-up would be the last normal recital before the Concerto Competition and would transform us from boys to men. The piece was Triangle Concerto No.1. The composer, David Bruce. 

The month, December. The day, the 3rd. The year, 2005. That's right people - 563 months before was the Day the Music Died. That day, Chuck Norris absorbed the plane carrying Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and the Bopper guy. He then counted down from 563 really slowly (about one number a month), deciding to release the explosive talent he had swallowed whole at the strike of nada. When he finished counting, it was December 3, 2005, as stated above. Chuck Norris knew what was up. And of course so did God.

Looking back on that first performance that day, Drummer felt he could not find adequate ways to express his experience, at least not in words. However, French later was able to later recount the scene:

"I, being one who saw... and played... one of the most epiclicious masterworks of the century, nay, millenia, with a D-rumm Drummero, I will agree 107.8% with what he had to say. To those who did not here this glorious piece, here is a description of how it went down on the 18th of the month of December...[time had warped due to the performance, leading to this different date]

"Jazz just finished their set. The anticipation was high backstage. But, alas, there was no stand to accompany the triangle! There were only seconds left until we (D-rummero and myself) were to perform the most cherished work of art in such an impromptu manner. What were we to do? That's when our savior arose from the ashes, similiar to the ways a phoenix would. His name, you ask? None other than one Michael "Power" Serge. He offered his musical talents in order for the show to go on. His courage to play a piece that he had never practiced in his life was an example of American heroism that is unrivaled.

"We walked out. The crowd, unaware of the shenanigans that were about to be done before their eyes, dropped their jaws. An epiphany was cast over the audience. "Triangle Concerto" could be heard whispered, while grins spread like a good plague. ::Silence::

"The tuning was now taking place. D-rumm opened the piano. D.....D. The triangle, now tuned, was ready to be struck in a fashion that has only been seen recreated in the movies. D-Rumm on the ivory. French on the T-angle. And Power Serge, with a boldness that still has yet to be truly described, held the triangle by its rope.

"The piece begun. The sheer beauty that the ears in the hall heard caused men to weep, and women to ball. It was as if God himself sayed, 'Hey, there's nothing good enough on the radio for me...I know, I'll take my greatest angel, turn him into music, and see if anyone is worthy of playing it.' Although it took thousands of years to find the perfect medium to express God's desire, he found it through that piece, and through those three men.

"After the last piece of metal was struck on the triangle, and last white note on the Steinway hit, an erruption of applause was echoed through the venue. 'Great Success!' was the expression that was most common on the faces in the crowd."

So to those fortunate enough to hear God's voice on that most sacred day, you are blessed. And to those who, for some reason weren't at that recital, you have unfortunately missed one of the greatest miracles to happen on this earth, and any other, in the universe."


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