Welcome fine readers. Thanks for being here.
Last night my band The Gutterminds were playing at the Bird in Hand. We were really jammin’. We were sounding great. Then a Lor came into the bar. He was wearing one of their new head bowls. He asked if he could join in.
At first I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. The Lor had a guitar and we already have a guitar player. Bubba said he was open to letting the Lor have a shot so we agreed.
He identified him self as LM 279, his Fordian name, we called him Mick.
Mick took out his guitar and it barely fit under his breathing helmet. We started an old Chuck Berry song and Mick joined in.
I’ve listened to a lot of Loric music. Their symphonies are spectacular. Their music is moving in ways we don’t usually get from even our own music. Well when this Lor started wailin’ on his guitar the room took notice. Their hands are very similar to our own and the guitar was more than just a tool in his hands. Bubba, our guitarist is a find guitar player but this Lor was transcendental.
Word started spreading around town and soon the place was packed and there was a growing crown outside trying to listen in.
I guess humans and Lor have more in common that most space species. I look forward to more musical interactions with Loric musicians. I’m not very impressed with their cooking but their music . . .
Never mix red wine and Oodo.
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 88
Earth Year 2480
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