The only album I did that year, because you should always take a break if you have to. The lasting effects are the most important things.
A sort of fictionalized take on my parodying the Rick Springfield album Living In Oz.
The Black Pearl Crew answered to Buccaneer Blue, and each of them kept his or her standing by what they said and did.
A major part of that was finding creative ways to deal with the tentacles they had had the misfortune to know, and they were talking about how to continue that, until. . .
All turned to the album that had been placed on a barrel. They need not say any more. Jack got it, and there was the song about needing the human touch, which was something they could easily say using opposite words.
The Crew could act like they might never part from some items or songs. They certainly clung to the song they could have left just as it was, even though they didn’t: Affair Of The Heart. It definitely suited a certain submerged antagonist.
The Crew responded positively to the next song Jack jumped on, about the father-son tragedy. Everybody on watch was joining him. The only one staying far away was Barbossa.
Jack was on the job again, getting what he could from the song that just said a couple of things about gripping a tiger tail and mostly just repeated them. Barbossa was too perplexed by the song to join in.
There were long holes to fill when questions they could not answer when he whose perspective the song used said the eyes of a woman were fueled by her medicine jar. There had apparently been drugs in the concept albums the Crew had done, but that sort of thing had not since been something they would dare with. Still, Barbossa pointed out what they could do.
Each pirate went off to where he or she was busy with a song, as suits us.
They expressed their opinion on matters of when Barbossa was cursed at the beginning of real-world time for the franchise and what had gone on since then in Me Enemies.
The next thing to cover was the once-shattered sense of canon that now grew and responded as emotional suicide was mentioned. The Crew jumped on it. Pity there did not tend to be songs that suited, say, the local Aztec population, or Barbossa, instead of this monster, but they took what they could get.
This one song said the relationship was bad - that he could not stop hurting. We are not talking hurting with torches here, either - as Jack Sparrow would tell you. The Crew came running for some lyrics about love gone bad.
Beginning to get a glint in the eye at another song, the Crew determined that Alyson was another rich song to mine. They knew what to shove aside, and which lyrics were at the height of relevance to Barbossa and the rest of his ilk. The latter included tearing out his heart.
The Crew were known to watch for songs that said reason for love was lost, or that there were souls, and Souls went both these places. For that, the crew motioned pleasantly. Few questions had to be asked, nothing was snarled at. This had worked powerfully. But what was next?
Plenty of the same, but finally a parody will take us to the island with the Fountain of Youth.