the iron king

better than holding on tightly to music, is letting it go. sharing, communicating your desires and needs. Yielding to the needs of others by opening your ears and embracing all the fucked up sounds they make. Learning from them and growing.

The Iron King played fiddle in his court. He was a large, large man, with huge muscles. He worked out alot in his ancient gym, that was made out of gold and diamonds. He did push-ups, sit-ups, stomach crunches, and hand exercises. For 8 hours a day. After the 8 hours were up, he walked to his little fiddle in the corner of the room, and played for 8 more hours.

One day, one of the court jesters was like "Dude, we should jam. I play drums." The Iron King got really nervous and thought to himself "what if I'm a terrible musician, and this court jester laughs at me? What if he thinks I'm not good enough? What if he thinks my songs are shitty and corny?"

His muscles began to pulse with fear, and then anger. Then he grabbed the little court jester by the neck, and threw him against the wall." The Iron King screamed "My songs are the most beautiful songs in the world! I am the greatest fiddle player, and you don't deserve to play with me, you little piece of shit! Get outta my face!!!!" Then the Iron King ran out of the room crying. He ran to his gym and worked out for 8 straight hours, and never played the fiddle again.

"Oh, tight control, blood is spurting from your asshole." -Wilard, the Court Jester