Yes! This item comes with the gong, gong stand and a gong mallet. Thanks!
Gong - 24 inches in diameter
30" is the Depth of Feet
40" to 53" - ADJUSTABLE HEIGHT
The lower bar is about 13” from the floor
With a sound that can be described as a deep splashy crash, a sound quite reminiscent of the wild winds here in Nebraska where Gongs Unlimted is located, this is a loud gong with an exciting tone. Celebrate your breeziest moments with a wind gong!
Your business made a large sale? Hit that gong!
You are throwing your neighbor's ex-wife's fourth cousin's dog a surprise birthday party? Gong hits abound!
You are proposing your everlasting commitment to the love of your life? Bang a gong!
You are giddy about your new purchase of a Wind gong? ...wait until we ship it to you...THEN HIT THAT GONG!
Celebration is refreshing like a spring breeze, why not let a wind gong blow into your life?
Rambo meets Rimbaud Fiercely Poetic Gong Stand
The truth, we have found in our existence, is that sometimes the simple, utilitarian, and dare we say, prosaic, has an innate poetry to it.
Not to say anything plain, or cheap, is poetic.
Certainly not if the object was designed, like many a tract home by many a developer, only with profit in mind. But these gong stands are simple, pure and strong. And when you are with them, 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, the forging of the metal, the song of the design, that makes us contemplate the young poet Rimbaud meeting up the celluloid fleck of testosterone called Rambo.
Would there be homoerotic conflagrations? Sparks flying? Or incomprehension and fear?
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.
Well, we suppose such musings are better left to film critics and college students. Not you and us.