: Welcome back, readers, to “A Hunter’s Fate: Greedo’s Tale,” wherein…ugh.
: This should have been my week to start, but I had three rehearsals and a lesson on Sunday, two today (Monday), will have two tomorrow, dress rehearsal on Thursday, and need to do arranger-chasing to continue tying down next season’s repertoire as the librarian, so in conclusion eeeee I’m sorry Will I owe you.
Lots and lots, it seems.
: No, no.
More than that.
: Oh, hey, Future Will here. Z hasn’t seen this. It’s now Friday morning and the post goes live in ten minutes.
This post was locked and loaded by Tuesday night, but then Thursday came around and San Diego Comic-Con started. I couldn’t let this post go up without saying that while Zahn bringing Thrawn back was enough to get me off the fence in favor of the new canon, there was an announcement yesterday that pushed me to active approval:
Canto Bight, a story collection on the runup to The Last Jedi, will have a story by Mira Grant, who is a close personal friend who somehow kept this secret.
So yeah, that’s happening.
Anyway. Back to the past!
: Welcome back all! It’s Friday, this is Force Visions, I’m Will, the person hyperventilating next to me is Z (the first concert is next week), and we’re here for the start of the second story in Tales from the Mos Eisley Cantina, “A Hunter’s Fate: Greedo’s Tale.” This story is longer than “The Band’s Tale,” but honestly it’s also more forgettable, so we’ll try to keep it short-ish.
: This story was written by Tom and Martha Veitch. Tom is primarily a comic book writer, and he wrote all fourteen of the Dark Empire comic books (the original six, Dark Empire II, and Empire’s End), meaning that someday his work may well be featured in a The Fuck Were They Thinking? segment and will get a specific shout-out, more like a shout-down, when Tim Zahn comes back with a machete.
As to Martha–and yes, they’re married–this is her only credit in the Star Wars universe, and as far as I can tell, her only professional writing credit at all.
: I didn’t know these people, and haven’t had any exposure to the Dark Empire comic books, which may change (see what we sacrifice for you, gentle readers). My initial thought at the byline was “…oh, the writers who drew the short straw.”
Because, well, writing about Greedo is a fool’s errand in many, many dimensions. I don’t envy them. And given what comes right now, neither does Will.
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to the second installment of our commentary on “The Band’s Tale,” the first story in Tales from the Mos Eisley Cantina, wherein working musicians learn there is a reason why they should set some principles about which gigs to take, then stick to them.
: And how inevitable it is that they don’t.
: In personal news: Two and a half weeks to what’s going to be personally the most intense concert of my life, just in terms of what I’m performing. Please ignore the barely-audible high-pitched noise I may be making at random intervals.
: Which reminds me, said concert has tickets available at wmgso.org, and as it happens I’ll be attending the second (August) concert, so holler if you see us! $9 in advance, $10 at the door.
In personal news here, my job is about to hit a notable busy week, at least potentially (it tends to be variable, I’m told–this is still my first year at the gig), but things should be calmed down in time for next week’s post, never fear.
: Welcome one and all to the first part of the first Tale from the Mos Eisley Cantina: “We Don’t Do Weddings: The Band’s Tale” by our current bete noire, Kathy Tyers.
Just when I thought I was out…
Let’s dispense with one matter right now: yes, the Star Wars universe features a style of music that, while we would call it swingy or even jazz, is officially called “jizz.” Apparently the term was first mentioned as “jizz-wailing” in the novelization of Return of the Jedi, but it was here that it first became “jizz.” And yes, that is also a rather crude term that I’m not going to dwell on. We’re trying to be PG-13 here, except maybe for the swearing, so enough, we’re moving on.
: Potentially unnecessary, but: I am in complete agreement with my esteemed colleague here.
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to our retrospective on The Truce at Bakura, wherein… well.
In personal news, I broke a toe Monday night. Which isn’t a metaphor for anything; I actually did. Which makes this draft a bit late, but hopefully we’ll get it in on time.
: We’ll manage. I’ll keep you guys posted as usual what time I’m doing the formatting though.
(11:30 on Thursday night. Not even close to a record.)
This weekend, I’m off to Contata in north Jersey (making this not so much a trip as a staycation weekend). I highly doubt I’ll see you at this one.
: Welcome back to Force Visions, and the end, at last, of The Truce at Bakura. We made it, people.
: We did? *checks book* So we did!
: Well, assuming we survive this. Let’s find out.
: Oh, sure, rain on my parade.
: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Part 2 for Chapter 20 in The Truce at Bakura, wherein if mind control won’t work, emotional control will have to suffice, and also gah.
: And also, how easy everything ends up. Z mentioned the ridiculously low maintenance of the sic semper tyrannis wrap-up of Nereus last week, and it’s almost weird to be complaining because (at least at this point, 1994 or so) Star Wars was deep into The Revolution Will Not Be Vilified territory, but this all feels so…clean.
: In personal news, this is the first three-rehearsal week of the season, but it won’t be the last. This is not a complaint. I have described one of the pieces I am playing in to a friend as “It’s a musical baby Groot”: It’s small, it’s cute, and it’s sassy in places. More rehearsals equals more times I get to play it, so…