There once was a man. A man of giants and thieves. He watched as the giant took the bread to make his daily meals, while the townsfolk from nearby colonies took heed. The slightest sound from an instrument producing rhythm or pitch angered this giant to no end. For centuries the townsfolk lived in fear, for what they worked so hard to procure could be taken from them in an instant. But then there was "Fuzz."
A wondering man who took that what he needed and gave nothing back. Fuzz, a thief and friend to only one man, best known by others as "Gerb." The strife that brought these unknown worriers together would become legend. One day, a cloudy day that would look familiar to any that had seen, but the horrible tension felt, could never be explained. Gerb set out his fruit stand as he would any day, but changed his routine without known actions. After moving a barrel of apples to the raised steps of his home a giant gust of wind blew the barrel onto its side spilling the apples. One by one the fruit rolled finding the crest of the stairs leading out his home. They fell creating sound, but none like any had heard. A different pitch for every step, a steady rhythmic "plunk" from the fallen apples. One by one the townsfolk stopped their daily processes and turned to listened to the unfamiliar sounds.
Just then the giant appeared with a great roar of pain and anger. The giant reached for Gerb to punish him for his mistake. With a hand the size of his home, Gerb dove out of the way into a pile of dirty laundry. A reverberation of defiance was heard. Fuzz had stood above the pile of laundry and proceeded to grab the strung lines of twine above him. With all his anger towards the giant he plucked the twine. A "bloing" issued from the string making the giant cringe. With great surprise from the townsfolk Fuzz continued to pluck the strings and form a motion of distantly familiar sounds. Fuzz understood what sounds could be made, for he had been playing strings for years in secret, even written songs. The giant regained his composure continuing the attack. But was to late, the townsfolk had seen what the music had done to incapacitate the giant. Now all the surrounding people picked up washboards, jugs, wooden blocks and began to scrape, hit and blow into them. The sound was forming into one piece of music. The music was to much for the giant, the moment he removed his hands from over his ears a pain would overcome him so great he fell to his knees crushing buildings. The townsfolk moved towards the giant and forced him down the road until he could not take the noise and began to run for the music was to powerful.
The townsfolk cheered and celebrated with mead and music. With a mistake and a little courage Fuzz and Gerb had driven out the evil giant and freed the people from fear of making music. And music was made till the end of their days, with love and remembrance of what it had taken to have such freedom. And all that was last seen of the giant was this hairy toe being lifted over a mountain.
Now... Dutch!
Er één keer was een man. Ik beman van reuzen en dieven. Hij namen het brood te maken zijn dagelijkse maaltijden terwijl hét townsfolk van onder de nederzettingen droegen luisteren. De geringste klank van een instrument producerende ritme of gooien woedende deze reus aan om niet te voleindigen. Eeuwenlang hét townsfolk woonde in vrees, voor hetgeen zij werkten zo hard te verschaffen konden worden hen in een moment ontleend aan. Maar dan er was "Wout." Een verbaasde man die nam dat hetgeen hij benodigd en niets teruggevonden schonken.
Looking forward to this Friday kids! Should be a fun show. Load in is at 8pm. You guys go on at 9pm. Rawk! We got something going at Plan B in Feb too so maybe we can talk about that at the show. Bring the Pain!
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Hello first and foremost thank you for the add, I hope you like the music. I like to make my comments stand out a little so it's not the same old band comment so I usually leave a different joke from a comedian I like and right now I'm feeling some Demetri Martin. Let's hope me typing it doesn't ruin the awesomeness of the joke.
"I like parties, but I don’t like piñatas because the pinata promotes violence against flamboyant animals. Hey, there’s a donkey with some pizzazz. Let’s kick its ass."
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