I do remember fondly drawing this page. It was a blast. Mike Seyfrit, the composer of the Desert Peach play, helped me find the musical notation. This was done in the very early days of the interwebs, and it wasn’t always easy to find something on-line. One had to dig it up at the library or a music store. Thanks, Mike, wherever you are!
A note on the phrase by my credit line on the first page of this story: “Heads up!” takes advantage of a German pun.
Go ask your German friends why it’s relevant to this story in particular.
I’m typing this the 3rd of September, 2010, and as soon as I’ve finished my updating and email, I’m off to Dryad’s Rest for the role-playing weekend. No, I have no particular character. I’m usually greeted with “Hail, villager!”
and that’s a lovely expression on Winzig’s face in panel 5.
Yes, he has his favorite drug right at his fingertips — music. Lately I’ve been thinking about picking up one of the local free pianos — tuned or with all its keys or not — and putting it where the cats can walk on it.