Rototom
Rototoms are a drum developed by Al Payson and Michael Colgrass, that have no shell and are tuned by rotating. They consist of a single head in a die-cast zinc or aluminum frame. Unlike most other drums, they have a variable definite pitch. Composers are known to write for them as tuned instruments, demanding specific pitches. Rototoms are often used to extend the tom range of a standard drum kit. They were commercialized by the drumhead company Remo.
Tuning
Rototoms can be tuned quickly by rotating the head, which sits in a threaded metal ring. Rotation raises or lowers the tension hoop relative to the rim, which increases or decreases the pitch of the drum by increasing or decreasing the tension of the drum head.
Timpani training
Master James Holland, former percussionist of the London Philharmonic Orchestra, highly recommends them in his book "Percussion", which is part of the Yehudi Menuhin Music Guides series. Rototoms are often used as a training substitute for timpani students, as they have a very similar sound, are not as loud and expensive as timpani, and do not require as much room space.
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Red... [Em]
by: Dir En GreyIn the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn,
and the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here.
On the velvet sofa as the dreams that turned to ashes quietly
I watch a local movie. The reason to laugh is seeing you on screen.
The moon-shaped lamp still shines red.
Goodbye... My to my dearest Vivian-scented girl.
The decorations of perfumes in the sink, the black and white picture cries.
What you see is everything and there's no reason to that.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
It's dying on you.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
To a tomorrow that can't be reached.
Children sing the church choir at the newly built church.
When ever I walk past it, my heart screams.
There's no forgetting the Past, the Present, or the Future.
Will only the believers be led to salvation? That's stupid.
Why can't we be perfect? Why can't it be?
The merry go round that goes around and around and around has dried you up.
I hold in my sweaty hand, a picture of you and an ice pick.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
Be freer.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
But keep the door closed.