My home is the recording studio. Minute after minute,hour after hour, day after day, week after week, month after month,year after year,...

I sit here waiting patiently to be hit. I am not a masochist and I don't enjoy pain. I am waiting to be struck. Anticipating a...

It's dark in here with all the others. My owner, the percussionist chooses to keep us in an old wooden suitcase, which has been my home...

Here I sit on my perch. A steel apparatus designed especially to hold and display my kind for the convenience of my owner. It is so much...