Tripod Black

one day the king of a land called “america” was bored. He had reached an old age and found himself gazing out of the mirror of his princely palace called “the white house”. his heart was troubled and so he summoned his counselor to give him wise, uh, counsel. Because that’s what counselors do. anyway. the troubled king asked his counselor: “for nearly a decade I have lived in this white house. tell me my wise counselor, is there no other house than this white house? for i have heard of a The ...

one day the king of a land called “america” was bored. He had reached an old age and found himself gazing out of the mirror of his princely palace called “the white house”. his heart was troubled and so he summoned his counselor to give him wise, uh, counsel. Because that’s what counselors do. anyway. the troubled king asked his counselor: “for nearly a decade I have lived in this white house. tell me my wise counselor, is there no other house than this white house? for i have heard of a The Green House where living things flourish. surely there are other homes painted with other princely colors. it is time I spread my wings and leave home in search of new homes and new colors.” so the king of the white house set sail to unchatered lands. indeed he did find new homes with amazing new colors. some orange. some pink. some blue. he even found some made of straw, sticks...and some made of bricks. but the home that really caught his eye was the one painted black. he visited this home and could hear from outside the sound of music. “lo, do my ears decieve me?” he asked. without knocking he entered the home and found three young men, doing a jam session. “Incredible! never have my ears trembled so.” said the king. “i command you to come to my white house and bring this black music with you.” “that’s cool.” said one of the band members. And so they went to the white house and jammed and then they got a record deal and left. but to this day the king remembered them, not as the fiends who trashed the white house and didn’t clean after themselves, but as the three mysterious boys known only as tri...pod...black.