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One of the things I'm looking forward to this summer is the time and oppurtunity to write a Rock Opera, and hopefully record most of it. I have a few awesome grooves with a ancient soudn to them, i'll have to make more... but anyways I wrote down the basic outline of the plot of the Rock Oepra Tonight. Its going to be a modern re-telling of Jason and the Argonauts. Its a classic story that is nearlyf rogotten by Generations X and Y, so I figure it'd be an awesome story to tell and modernize a bit. This is still kinda cryptic I admit, it is more for my benefit than you the reader, but anyways Ch-Ch-Ch-Check it out. And if your completely lost google search for Jason and the argonauts and read the original story.
ACT I - The Quest
1. The forging of the golden guitar in Colchis by Thomas King,
2. Mason Roi played in a band called the Kingdom of Thessaly. Pelias, the bands other song-writer, and Mason came to a clash, Mason agrees to leave the band if his son can fill his position when he is of age.
3. Jason studies guitar with Chiron, the greatest guitar player in the world, thought to have died of a heroine overdose in 1969, but really survived in the Himalayas, studying sitar from the Maharashi.
4. Jason's birthday - Gonna go join the band
5. Helps an old lady across the street, loses a sandal.
6. Arrives at the show in one sandle. Pelias stops the show and confronts Jason, who asks to join the band, Pelias, asks what Jason would do if confronted with the man who would be his downfall, Jason says he'd send him after the Golden Guitar, Pelias agrees to not only let him join the band, but to be the band leader, if he he can recover the golden guitar.
ACT II - The Journey
7. Jason leaving the show comes across a grand junkyard, and in the middle of it he finds an old bus, he buys it from a man named Argus, so he names it the Argo. He repaints it, restores it, and prepares it for the journey
8. Assembling the Argonauts: Jason finds the best musicians in the land to join his journey.
9. They stop and Jam at the Lemon Myst, when there a sage warns them of impending danger, Pelias sends his minions, the simpletons, after them.
10. The Simpletons try and drive them off the road
ACT III
11. In Colchis, Jason approaches the keeper of the Golden Guitar, Pete, if Jason could subdue his mechanical bulls, defeat his clone army, and gets past his fire breathing dragon.
12. Jason sees the oppressed Medea, promises her marriage if she can help him aquire the golden guitar.
13. Medea helps Jason
14. Subduing the bulls
15. Rise of the Clones
16. Defeating the clones
17. The Dragons Grove
18. Fall Asleep, Great Serpeant
19. The Golden Guitar
20. Pete's Betrayal, and death.
21. Return to Thessaly
22. The Show / The Marriage
My close companions, I wish to share with you all the good news of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, whose noodley appendage is ever present even here and now. Below is a link to an article all about the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Read up on this deity, then leave me comments letting me know what you think about it. Thanks!
In a day of increasing turmoil and chaos, when the United States' policing of the world is running its coffers dry, forcing our nation to borrow more than three trillion dollars from our economic rivals in the Far East, in a day of lies and deception from the lowliest of school board chairmans to the office of the President of the United States, in this day we have but one man who seems capable of saving us from what seems like our inevitable downfall. Under the GOP controlled Congress from 1996-2006, they lost sight of their early success under the leadership of Bob Dole, and became mere puppets for big businesses, special interest groups, and the Bush family. They unreasonably harrassed former President Clinton (a.k.a. Slick Willie), then unjustifiably defended President Bush (a.k.a. "King George"). In the first 6 years of King George's reign, he did not veto once, the vast majority of his appointees passed through with little trouble, his cabinet members avoided disciplinary actions for countless offenses, from Karl Rove to Dick Cheney. After the attacks of September Eleventh, the Executive Branch recieved "war-time powers", including the wiretaping and arresting of suspected "terrorists", some of these arrests have been for crimes that are far from terrorism. Political prisoners have been tortured and then the government tells us it is "advanced interrogations". For the first time in US history we have engaged in a pre-emptive strike, spiting on the patience of Roosevelt, the decisiveness of Kennedy, and the diplomacy of Reagan. Yes, I just invoked the "R" word. Which brings us back to Ron Paul. Ron Paul is the closest thing to a Goldwater Conservative the Republican party has seen run for President... well since Goldwater himself in 1964. See, Reagan entered the political arena when he spoke on behalf of Goldwater in 1964, he went on to become a disciple of Goldwater, using his conservative ideologies to steal the white house from an incompetant Carter Administration in 1980. Saluti i miei amici, ho ritornato a voi e io trasmetto per radio in italiano, una lingua che sto studiando. Trovo il lingua, semplice e eloquente. Soltanto un tiro delle pietre dallo lingua Spagnolo, tuttavia tanto di più è raffinato nel suono, io sono parlare esprimere la mia gioia di questa lingua e ripartirla con voi tutti. Grazie!
Con un cuore humble e gli orecchi aperti,
Leonardo Valentino
the
silver
soldier
by: Leonardo Valentino
Walking down the fluorescent hallway, the Traveler's shoulder's drooped under the flickering bulbs which sporadically spit their sterile light upon the pale, dreary walls. He felt like an alien visitor displaced from some distant dimension where purple haired vixens seduce even the most flaccid of men. The buzzing hum of varying electrical devices all mystically harmonizing together with their eerie tones became irresistibly comforting to the unobservant men of the building, but to the Traveler. He could not remember when he had arrived in the building, only that he was there; its hallways seemed to form a labyrinth of confusing turns and unexpected dead ends. Every so often there were doors, but they were almost indiscernible from the walls as they lacked knobs and were painted the same dull shade as their neighboring plaster ramparts.
Diving through the vacant veins of the corporate maze, the Traveler happened upon a certain door of a double wide size, he found himself perplexed at how to pass through it. As his hand met the threshold he found his palm passed through it as if it was not even a tangible object. Following his hand's lead he passed through the entry and found himself in a lavishly decorated antechamber of some sort. With red eloquent rugs from the depths of Persia draping not only the floors, but the walls and ceiling as well, how they were held up in defiance of gravity was a mystery, but even the mats above seemed as firmly pressed against their drywall frame as those on the floor. Along the side walls, on either side, were six solitary statues: six were feminine, six were masculine. Each eloquent sculpture held a different object in the grip of their hands: to one a hammer, another - a scepter, to one a bow, another - a lyre, and so on.
At the far end of the room was a long seemingly unending hallway, but instead of walls, it had bookshelves, from the antechamber all the way as far as the Traveler's keen eyes could see. Upon the shelves were nothing but toy soldiers, all in constant battle over some insignificant concept that none of them truly understood. Inquisitive, the traveler began to walk down the hallway, which was also covered upon the floor and the ceiling with the most beautiful of Iranian spun delight. He kept looking as armies of toy soldiers were set in their siege against one another, none seeming to realize the true scope of the battle field they fought over. Some of the troops had their coats painted brilliant blue, others grizzly gray, some bright black, and others gremlin green. As the Traveler continued walking down the hallway he could not help but notice that every one of the soldiers on the battle field were aiming their rifle and bayonet at another soldier of the same uniform as himself. Green trooper targeted green trooper, black marine bulls-eyed black marine, gray warrior aimed at gray warrior, and blue guard pointed at blue guard. No matter where in the mayhem of the bookshelf battlefield was an enemy besieged.
The Traveler continued down the hallway of friendly fire, and found it to seemingly be without an end. Eventually he took a glance over his shoulder, and he had completely lost sight of the statuary antechamber. At this point he glanced to the shelves to his right, and on the third from the top he spotted something peculiar he had not noticed earlier on in his journey down the hallway, the shelves had grown deeper, and as they had, so had the battle field. By now the battlefield seemed to be a good 5 or 6 feet deep. The Traveler began to run now, down the long hallway, and once again he stopped after he was well winded, and he looked again down one of the bookshelves... now it was a good ten feet deep. But this time he noticed something even more out of place. A solitary silver soldier standing still as a silhouette amongst the silly self-defeating armies of corrupted colors. Something possessed the traveler to inspect it more closely, so he reached his arm into the recess of the shelf, but found the silver soldier to be out of his reach, yet he continued to reach, extending his body as far as it would go. However in doing so the Traveler's bosom brushed against one of the black marines, which fell like a domino onto his side, knocking into one of the green troopers, which knocked over a grey warrior, and so on. At first the Traveler thought nothing of it, for his finger tips finally clutched their prize, the silver soldier. As he clutched it firmly into the palm of his hand and began to remove his arm from the shelving, he found his hand began to change in color and tone. With his hand now in front of him, and his feet firmly back on the ground, he noticed not only his hand but his arm also seemed pale, devoid of color. Suddenly he heard a rumble as the soldiers of the fifth shelf on the right side all began to domino into one another in either direction, every soldier knocking into another soldier by his side. Before a minute had passed the fifth shelf in both directions down the hall looked like the aftermath of battle, with every soldier fell, the only survivor the silver soldier clutched in the Traveler's grip. By now his other arm and hand had turned pale, and then his whole body was growing a paler shade of white. He stared at his hand with horror, then ripped off his red shirt and stared at his pale chest. Looking back at his hands, he began to see his own reflection in them as they turned into quicksilver like in appearance. he opened his palm to inspect the Silver Soldier, but found it escaped from his grip, with no trace of it anywhere in sight. He noticed the shelves seemed to be rising about him, and that the ceiling seemed further and further away. Before he knew it he had shrunken to the size of those toy soldiers, he glanced right to the bottom shelf along the bottom of the hallway, instead of toy soldiers - he found real soldiers. He had become the silver soldier it seems, in the middle of a battlefield he could not see the end of. And what is more, he found himself to be the only soldier painted silver. All he could think to do was run. Lucky for him, no one was aiming for the silver soldier.
I beseech you all to behold the glory of the Opening Theme to The Show!
BEHOLD: LEONARDO!