Monday, January 25th, 2010
Bring back the music!
Once upon a time there was a brave and handsome minstrel called Dedpop, who lived in the beautiful English hills. Dedpop liked to wonder around into the local village singing sweetly into the ears of friendly peasants and handing out metaphorical slices of melody from a large sack on his back. (The sack was also metaphorical by the way.) The peasants truly loved Dedpop’s visits - they looked forward to him arriving with his bags full of musical gumpf. But one day, Dedpop failed to appear. The peasants tore their clothes and wailed, for they were beside themselves with grief.
Months went by, every day was the same and the peasants slowly sank into the sort of gloom that can be best described as “Stoke-esq”. You see, the brave and handsome Dedpop had been bewitched by a large and beautiful fairy. The fairy was known by many names, but shall be referred to here as ‘Bizness’. Bizness had promised Dedpop many things: a castle, a new carriage even a wife! All he needed to do was renounce music for a year and his wishes would be granted. Dedpop thought long and hard about what to do. He couldn’t decide! But then he did decide. He chose the castle, carriage and wife.
Things continued unchanged for some time until, when walking in the grounds of a castle, a young peasant child spied the former minstrel. He was trying to polish a scratch out of the passenger door of a carriage. It was Dedpop! Excitedly the child ran to Dedpop and begged him to return to the peasant village with him. Dedpop considered this request and spoke thusly…
“I would dearly love to come with you child, but I have responsibilities now. I have a castle, and a carriage, and indeed a wife!” But then Dedpop’s wife appeared, having heard the commotion.
“You can go if you want.” She said. “Just make sure you’re back for tea, we’re having chilli tonight.”
“Hoorah!” exclaimed the child and Dedpop in unison. They then made their way to the village were the peasants lived. As it turned out, all the villagers had forgotten about Dedpop in his absence. The child began to cry “What shall we do now?” he wailed. “Fear not young sir.” answered the newly restored minstrel, a glint in his eye. “We can return this village to it’s music loving state. Let’s get to work!!”




