Guest Poster-Dooku: The Music Man

Well, things seem to be turning out for the better of late. My old padawan, Qui-Gon Jinn has returned from the Æther after a long sabbatical and instantly we fell into our old ways. It was good to immerse myself back in our old music. Not only has he been inspired to write new songs, but he also knows how to make the damn coffee maker work. (Instant coffee is such deplorable stuff!) For days now we have been in this little recording studio familiarizing ourselves with our old music as well as working on a bit of new stuff. Very exhilarating, I must say.

Perhaps when we feel we are once again at our peak of skill, we should perform a rather overdue reunion tour of sorts. I hear the Durr-T Hip-E system still holds a festival every June in our honor. It would be a shame to disappoint our loyal fan base.

Unfortunately, at our age, it does take considerably longer to arrive at a professional level of performance than it once did. And although Qui-Gon is a master word smith when it comes to the lyrics, I however, now take a bit more time to come up with just the right sound for our new songs. I feel like something is missing.

It was then that a young gentleman who has wanted to kill me by the name of Anakin Skywalker appeared on our front door late one evening.

“Oh dear, I suppose you want the other hand chopped off now?” I asked rather coyly.

“No, no. Check it. I hear youz guys are getting the band back together and spit. So I hads ta speed on over here with my instrument. C’mon! I always wanted to be inna band. Let me join, man. I’ll make it worth yours while.”

“I’m afraid this isn’t a rap band, my young Jedi hooligan.”

“Shuh! I knows that. I gots my instrument right here.”

“And what, pray tell, is your instrument?” Qui-Gon asked.

“Tuba!!”

Oh dear. Maybe I should have cut off his lips instead.