Pontera
Far Beyond Herded Tour
By TDR
Unholy Diver
He flipped the magazine open and sighed ignoring the images of the scantily clad mares in rather provocative postions flipping through the mag to the article that he purchased the thing for. Yes for once some pony bought a dirty mag for the articles. More specifically the first interview that the band was asked to make.
He scanned it briefly skipping over the description of the band knowing that by heart any way. His ear twitched in annoyance seeing they spelled his name wrong though he read on, noting the image of his brother and the short interview under it.
He shuddered to think of what he said though he read on.
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Exert from an interview with Bloodmoon in June 2012 issue of Playcolt magazine.<
Interview by Ms. Ivy Rose.
IR: Good afternoon Mr. Blood Moon thank you again for agreeing to this interview.
BM: Ain't a thing babe. Thought at first this was Playfilly though, was spectin tah be the main page spread and all.
IR: I am sure they might call you at some point.
BM: S'no thing. Hard tah schedule time fer mucha anything on tour. We got a break though so i figured I'd pop in fer this. Give my bro a chance tah catch up on'is sleep, playing all those instruments takes a lot outa him.
IR: I see, he does play quite a few things with his magic but you seem to prefer using your wings for playing is there a reason for this?
BM: Always a reason for things, I prefer actual contact wid what i am playing easier to focus on dhat and singin' sides last time I tried tah play anything wid my magic it exploded. Bro's got a better control of his spells than i do, but he can't sing fer crap.
IR: I see, So you two are actual brothers? Where are you from?
BM: Yeah we are, ain't twins or anything like that,same dah, different moms and all, old story, dad was a right prick. We grew up a coupla differentplaces, swhy the accents aare different. He spent the formultive years overseas I spent mine in tah deep south, lot more accents down there get all mixed into a bit melting pot of tha big easy.
IR: So what brought about the creation of Pontera?
BM: Well tha pair of us grew up in tha era of short sweet and sappy music, love ballad's opera, classical. Ain't nothing wrong with um but there’sno real way to actively enjoy tthem. Usually yah sit on yer duff and just listen , aan occasionally move round a ballroom pretending ah dance. So when a coupla othder bands started making this fast paced noise it caught our interest. Death Colt fer Cutie markP2, Tha Parasprites, all good groups that set up a foundation that, hey music dun gotta be quiet. The two of us figured that we had the training to play stuff, we should toss our horse shoes into the field.
IR: I understand that you two did a few things before finally forming Pontera?
BM: Nothing worth talkin about, We tried tah get a coupla my songs done and no pony'd even give um a listen, not PCA, not Phillips, Deca or Pony. Bugged tha crap outta us. So we reworked our selves and tried soma the independents. Got picked up by Black Shuck records. Rest as they say is history in tha making.
IR: It's only recently you two have made it big enough to start becoming a widely known name. Though the rumors are flying about regarding a few things.
BM: Oh well if yah must know The one about mah fifth leg, dat ones true An if yer interested ah ken show yah later........
IR: Um no, not that one though that does lead into the question of the promiscuity of your group. mare in every city and all that.
BM: Ahh dat one is slightly true. Dhing wid dhat is dhey all willing and know we ain't looking fer any sorta long term nothing, one night stands, or two depending on how long we're in dhe town. Though my bro gets more babes, seems they like tha bright colors hes got going on, granted i get by enough with tha more gothy babes.
IR: A little more info than I wanted.
BM: Dhen why'd yah ask?
IR: Any way. One of the more prominent rumors is that the pair of you are not actually alicorns and this is all just some sort of show effect.
BM: OK, I heard dis one too. Alright Now I know dis a interview in a mag, but you seen me fly in here and I take off on stage a lot too, bro don't fly much though that's do some traumae had as a colt and ah ain't bringing dhat up widh out him here ta give me tha go ahead. Now yah see i got dah wings and dah horn yah think its fake go ahead and touch it go on, Ah dun care.
IR: Umm alright..
BM: See now that's stuck good in me head there go ahead tug on it it dun com off.
IR: I guess not....
BM: oo dats it how bout yah give it a lick there too while yer at it
IR: GAH what!
BM: BWAHAHAHHA , just playing yah there, though as yah ken tell that horns as real as yer tail dhere.
IR: Ummm
BM: What got exstenions? Well crap OK bad example dhen. Can't even tell you got a good doc ah guess. Any way you know ah'm real now and honestly does it even matter? We could be earth ponies or zebras or buck even a collective mass of hyper intelligent hive minded parasprites and if deh musics good why should any pony give a buck?
IR: I suppose you are correct in that. Last question.
BM: Shoot.
IR: has there been any show you two have avoided or turned down?
BM: Figured dhat would git out. Yeah we recently turned down somthin big cause we didn't think we were ready for it yet. Canterlot's got that annual Grand Galloping Gala. They wanted us to play on the third stage. Got some DJ running a on the main and some slow music band on the secondary.
We declined cause dhat sort of event is a make or break situation. We bomb before nobles, games over we're screwed. We wind up a hit though, our tickets writ. Problem was we're still workin dah bugs out of what we do. Still some errors ,still some flaws, still no defined sound. Its like bringing a half baked pie to a contest, it might still be good or it might be disgusting depending on deh tastes of dah judges. before we do something like dhat we want to be set with what we do.
IR: I see, Well Mr. Blood Moon thank you for your time and agreeing to this interview.
BM: No sweat doll, Always nice tah clear up some stuff fer tha fans, though i will say if yah wanna find out about some oh the other rumors ah'm more than happy tah show yah if yer free later.....
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Nico closes the mag sighing an looking over at his brother as he tunes the Powder Blue guitar he had named the Lady Macbeth. His brother was still in his stage costume. He was a black unicorn with dark blue and Purple hair that waved and fluttered not unlike Princess Luna's hair when she was Nightmare Moon. In fact that was what his costume was based on right down to the crescent moon on his flank that was a crimson red and dripped as if it was bleeding. The dark Alicorn shifted his wings dragging a pick across the unplugged guitar humming something to himself and jotting it down in a notebook on the couch next to him.
“Ah don't thinks you shoulds has done that interviews bro.”
The black coated stallion looks up at his brother teal eyes blinking as he regarded the stallion on the other side of the room, and the copy of PlayColt he was floating before him with his magic. Nico was also in his stage costume as they were to go on in little under an hour.
The magazine reading alicon was pure white with a dark orange cutie mark much like Celestia's though a light purple six pointed star was in the middle of it and it seemed to be drawing in the orange of the sun . His long hair fluttered like the Princesses as well with a mix of bright yellow, orange purple and deep pink. His violet eyes narrow at the scrutiny his brother was giving him.
“It'll be fine bro, not like ah lied bout anythin ah said.”
“This does nots makes it right, thats coulds very well be some bads press.”
“Ain't a thing. Any press is good press. So long as the name is known we are golden.”
“So longs as the names is knowns and no ponys bothers to checks on the truths.”
“Like ah told that mare, does it matter so long as dhe musics good? Come on Time tah start tha show.”
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The two rise heading out the door the rhythmic chanting of the crowd gathered outside was heard even back this far. The first leg of this tour had them playing for several nights in the Stable of Blues in Haygas. Not the best venue, but it had sold out almost immediately and as such they had extended the tour here for about a week and had sold out nearly the entire time. As the pair walked onto the stage the crowd exploded into cheers just as the front of the stage exploded into fire and colored smoke. Nico , or Black hole Sun, took his place behind the drums his horn glowing lightly checking over a few of the interments he was going to be playing for this nights set.
Bloodmoon or Jer fretted with a few guitars that were set up laying the Lady Macbeth in her stage stand and picking up A different Guitar checking the tune on it before nodding lightly stretching out his wings and fanning his feathers out in a stretch before pulling a pick from the strap and strumming once or twice with his right wing, his left adjusting along the neck .
Nico glanced to Jer who nodded moving up to the mic his stage personality fully going.
“GOOD EVENING HAYGAS!!!”
The crowd roars
“This is Blackhole Sun and I am Bloodmoon and together we ARE PONTERA!!!”
The crowd goes wild several ponies in the front already trying to mosh and climb over each other to get a better spot. Jer flicks out his wing holding up three feathers signaling Nico to start Unholy Diver.
He starts the opening riffs as Nico slams his drumsticks down with his magic his hair whipping.
"Yeah! yeah
unholy Diver
You've been down too long in the midnight sea
don't call on the seaponies.....
Ride the Hydra
You can see his fangs but you know he's clean
don't call on the seaponies....."
Nico continues a steady beat to the song as Jer pours a little more rage and some fear into his singing and the guitar.
“Gotta get away
Unholy Diver (yeah)
That!
Shiny diamonds
Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue
Something is coming for you
Race for the morning
You can hide in the sun 'till eternal night.
Oh we will pray it's all right
Shoo be doooooo shobe do, “
The white alicorn struggles not to laugh. His brother always had a fear of seaponies, but any sane pony knew they weren't real. He curses as he nearly misses a cord with the distraction. Jer pours more loatheing and unease into the song. He was terrified of the thought of those creatures , likely from some of the horror stories he had read as a foal. While he was Bloodmoon however he feared nothing. He screamed out the next few lines his voice nearly cracking.
"Between those emerald eyes
There's a truth that's hard as steel
The vision never dies
Life's a never ending wheel
Unholy Diver
You're the star of the smile parade
No need to look so afraid
Jump on the hydra
You can feel his heart but you know he's mean
Some light can never be seen, yeah"
Jer wavers a bit at the extended screaming , but it was a brief moment, he had an entire night of singing to continue.
“Ride the hydra
You can see his scales but you know he's clean
don't call on the seaponies.....
Shoo be doooooo shobe do,
Shoo be doooooo, shobe do,yeah
Unholy Diver
Soul survivor
Aquatic queen....
Rising up from the depths coming after you
Now unholy diver, unholy diver
GET AWAY,GET AWAY,GET AWAY YAH!!!"
The music belts out for a little longer before the cords die off and the ponies before them go absolutely wild. Nico smirks flinging his drum sticks into the crowd as Jer grabs a bottle of water draining half of it in a few gulps and pitching the rest into the crowd. This was going to be a good night.
[ Song
Holy Diver- By Kill Switch Engaged]
Pontera
Far Beyond Herded Tour
By TDR
The crowd was gathering outside and the stage hooves were running about getting the last few things ready for the show. The air was filled with excitement as the crowd built nearly selling out the Stable of Blues concert hall. Many had only heard of the group and this was the first tour. A pair of alicorns from some far off land who's music was unlike anything heard in Equestria before. You could almost taste the excitement.
Situated in the corner of the backstage area, hidden by a stack of crates, a few notes twanged forth from a unseen guitar. It was accompanied by a bit of muttering and a few more notes sounding a little better.
Most of the stage hooves ignored the figure in the shadows. A dark purple pegasus with a blue mane and tail that had a white stripe running through them sat hunched over a powder blue guitar. Some of the new comers to the stage crew were a little freaked out that some one other than Bloodmoon was allowed to touch the Lady Macbeth. After a time however most tended to ignore it as Bloodmoon never said anything and Blackhole Sun vouched that the pony was the only one allowed to do so.
Any one who tried to talk to him was met with excessive unintelligible mumbling that could barely be understood and a rapid withdrawing and shying away from who every tried to speak with him. He never addressed any one and tended to steer clear of all the other stage ponies, before long most just ignored that he was even around. Just another part of a already strange show.
As the time ticked down the screams of the gathered fans resounded through the back stage area. The white alicorn, Blackhole Sun steps out of his dressing room ears perking at the twang of the guitar from behind the boxes. He glances around before ducking behind the crates himself, looking down at the pegasus. The little area was covered in dust and only a small section where the pegasus sat was clear of it.
The alicorn sighs, trust Jer to find a spot no pony had seen in years.
“You always do this. These things are supposeds to works no matter whats, and yet you always takes it off before a shows.”
“I never feel right wearing it all the time like you do brother. It's not me.”
“Well whatevers floats yer goat. Buts its times for you to changes we gots a show to dos.”
“I know.”
The pegasus stands stretching fanning out his wings and setting the guitar in a stage cradle, before tapping a hoof on a gold bracelet on his left foreleg. The change was almost instantaneous. A sudden burst of wind and light came from the bracelet washing over him. His fur darkens, his mane and tail lengthens, turning into a visage of the night sky that continued to flutter like it was in a unseen breeze. His cutie mark changed from a ray of light passing through a prism to make a rainbow, into a red crescent moon dripping like it was bleeding.
Blackhole Sun smirked.
“Feelings better nows that you haves your mask on?”
“Nah, just more able tah give dhe ponies what dhe want, a loud annoying rock star.”
The dark alicorn Bloodmoon picks up the guitar with a wing and the pair of them trot out onto the stage to the roar of the crowd. He mutters to his brother as the stage hooves wheel out a fair sized pipe organ.
“Gonna start slow tanight bro. Lotta work fer yah at first dhough it'll git easier wid dhe rest of dhe show.”
“Buck, were startings with mare of the rising suns? You know I hates pianos.”
“But yah ken play um. We'll look fer some more band members later, fer now well.... have fun.”
Blood moon runs across the stage, explosions and fire blast out from hidden points or spells cast by stage hooves, lighting the whole audience up in the glow of the flames. He glances back as his brother settles behind the drums, the white alicorn's horn glowing already, shifting and testing the series of interments that would be needed. Blackhole Sun was clearly not happy, but there was no other pony who could deal with playing that many things at once. Bloodmoon had enough issue singing and playing just the guitar. He sets the Lady Macbeth in her cradle on stage, picking up another guitar that had been tuned differently for this song. He glances back at his brother nodding.
The dark alicorn's wings dip as he starts a rather slow rhythmic playing that is only barely accompanied by the drums after a few moments. The audience goes silent surprised that they launched into a song with out an intro at all.
Bloodmoon's voice comes off a great deal deeper than most expected listening to him, though a few of the fans who had the first CD recognized the song.
"There is a mare in Can-ter-lot
Who brings about the sun.
And she's been the ruin, of many a poor colt.
By the stars, I know, I'm one."
Blackhole Sun groaned lightly bringing in the cymbals to play with light taps. The organ part was coming up, and getting psyched for that bit of work was not easy. It was defiantly not something he was looking forward too.
Bloodmoon's ears perk as his brother's magic starts the first notes of the pipe organ. That unicorn could play anything, couldn't sing for crap though.
"My father was a common-er,
slaved his days away.
My mother was a noble mare
up in Canterlot.
Now growing up out on the farm
we rise along with the sun.
But growing up in the royal court
That's where she has her fun."
Blackhole Sun lost his concentration a moment making a slight miss note that BloodMoon covered up with a few extra cords on the guitar. Playing base, drums and the organ with his magic was a pain in the flank. The solo had him focused more on the organ than the others, though the beat for the high hat needed to be maintained , his brother ran a few lower notes on his guitar covering for the lapse in base.
Bloodmoon leaned forward, his voice taking on a fake strain to it, giving the impression of longing to the tone of his voice.
"Oh mothers tell your foals now,
not to do what I have done
spend your life in pursuit of debauchery
with the mare who lifts tha sun.”
“Well I got two hooves on that platform
and two are on tha train
I’m going back to Can-ter-lot
to try that mare again....."
Black hole sun panted, this was getting to be a bit much, they really needed other members of the band. This was the last show at this venue, so perhaps they could check for the musically inclined along the way to the next place. They were supposed to be passing though a couple of towns on the way to Trotsville with a brief layover in a small place called Ponyville
"There is a mare in can-ter-lot
Who brings about tha sun
and shes been the ruin, of many a poor colt.
By the stars , I know, I’m one."
The music slowly tapers off, the notes growing softer with the organ finishing up the set. The crowd remains silent a moment before erupting into cheers. The scrams of adoration rising even higher as Blackhole Sun flings his drumsticks out into the crowd before grabbing a new pair of them for the next set.
Bloodmoon glances back at his brother, Blackhole Sun nods in response taking a gulp of his beer. It seemed he was not dead yet from the effort, but this show wasn't over either. He held up three feathers on his left wing and one on his right marking Sympathy for Chaos as the next song.
Blackhole Sun silently curses the dark alicorn's song writing skills. There were still plenty of songs left in this set before he could start sighing autographs on mares flanks. At least while the next song was a fast one, it was not as strenuous.
“GOOD EVENING HAYGAS, WE ARE PONTERA!!!”
This was going to be a good night.
[House of the rising sun. by The Animals ]
