Transcendental Instrumentation
It was a moderately relatively generally nice daytimey time in the ragtag town of Ponyville. Ponies were wandering around and around and about as such-and-such doing this and that, birds were chirp-chirp-chirping to their little Flash-animated heart's content, and most everybody's top favorite pink party pony Pinkie Pie was flinging her forelegs madly at her new trans-dimensional Moog synthesizer.
Pinkie was lost in an entirely different separate world dimension thing, completely figuratively lost in the extremely psychedelic electronic sounds of her new Moog synthesizer. Alas, what beautiful things she heard in the sonic landscape of that Moog’s gobbledygook. And gobbledygook it was; the so-to-speak possibly maybe music figuratively pouring from the Moog was not unlike anything not heard by any of ponykind beforehand forevermore.
"Ah!" she half-said, half-thought, "Perhaps the beauty-ful beautiful sounds that I like to make because I like them will be well-liked by those who like the well-liked beautiful sounds I make." At that, Pinkie for the first time in a long time stopped her hoof-flinging and contentedly walked out of her apartment dwelling in the corner of Sugarcube Corner. At this point in time Pinkie finally figured out that she realized that darkness was about as it was night. "Oi," the pink pony half-thought, half-said, and half-wondered, "I must have really been bangin' on those transdimensional key-things for a long period time duration. I wonder if any of the music-related instrument and other musical-related accessories shopping center stores are open at this hour. I sure hope so; yes indeed I do."
And so the mare went outside the Sugarcube Corner store through the Sugarcube Corner door into the late evening and or possibly maybe early morning air settled in, over, and around the ragtag town in which she dwelled. A hop, a skip, an omnibus ride and some quick darting through a moderately shady-looking alley thing place and she was moderately relatively more close to her destination - the store of music-related instruments and other musical-related accessories shopping center store. A quick dash over the watery river and through the Everfree Forest woods and Pinkie had arrived at her aforementioned destination place.
"Quite odd for a store of music-related instruments and other musical-related accessories shopping center store to be open at this time of night and/or morning," half-thought half-wondered the mare, "I guess some cottage industries are actually not really cottage industries at all in this odd multiverse where I dwell." With that fourth, fifth, and seventeenth wall-shattering comment Pinkie made her way into the store of music-related instruments and other musical-related accessories shopping center store and looked for what she was looking for: some devices for use in recording her musical masterpiece of mammoth proportions.
After wandering around the store for a brief and not a very long while and being distractedly distracted by the implausibly expensive guitars and sitars and drums she finally found the thing she had been both searching and looking for all this time for: a fully furnished recording studio complete with 72 track tape machine mixing board.
Needless to say such a thing could have been normally massively implausibly expensive, and not entirely surprisingly at all that was the case. Pinkie had to settle for a very similar off-brand recording studio with a 36 track tape machine mixing board for a fraction of the cost (in actuality, recording studios were relatively cheap in Equestria because their prices never seemed to be affected by inflation.) Alas, as massively nonsensical as Pinkie undoubtedly was she still had the sense to purchase a record-pressing vinyl record presser machine to manufacture the massively produced album she would undoubtedly make using her immortal and incomparable skills at flinging her arms madly at a Moog synthesizer. Yet again, for the second time alas! She had the recording studio and the massively nonsensical record-pressing vinyl record presser delivered overnight and began the long and most-likely nonsensical journey back to Sugarcube Corner Records HQ, formerly known as the sub-par par zero Sugarcube Corner Bakery and Maybe Kinda Possibly Cafe, It's Never Really Made Clear
By the time Pinkie arrived at Sugarcube Corner Records HQ, the recording studio was already set up and being used by the Beach Boys to record yet another sub-par par zero reunion album. For a third time alas! Pinkie kicked out the kinda maybe surf-rock musician rockers with extreme and unyielding prejudice (except against Brian; Brian was cool) and plopped her plot on a piano and/or keyboard bench in front of her Moog synthesizer in the recording studio record company headquarters building. Now was the high time time, time to record the album set to change the face of unpopular popular music and all music forevermore. But how to begin? Such a strange question, for the only way Pinkie did anything in this story was nonsensically so quite obviously the answer is to fling her forelegs madly like before.
For some beautifully unexplained reason the double-sided vinyl record album was recorded! Such a beauty-ful beautiful record it was! One continuous sonic landscape, complete with assorted shrubberies and perennial flowers! The sound so transcendentally transcendental not even it's creator Pinkie could fully understand its true significance, meaning, or significant meaning! The whole record; a whole 44 minutes of pure unadulterated uncut hoof-flinging childhood-ruining psychedelia, a masterpiece in the very simplest form! It was recorded; and so it was done, and so it was titled: Pinkie Pie's Electronic Sound, and things were groovy.
The release of the record soon followed, and in very little time every pony in Equestria was listening to Pinkie Pie's Electronic Sound on their hilariously outdated old-fashioned gramophone turntables. The record was a crashing smash hit! Pinkie very soon went on tour with the album, performing at large amphitheaters, stadiums, and relatively small smoke-filled saloons. But everywhere she went, she brought with her the eternal and incomparable transcendentally psychedelic sounds of what many ponies considered to be the most beautiful work of sonic art ever conceived: Pinkie Pie's Electronic Sound.
The followup album, Pinkie at the Gates of Dawn, was less successful.
Author's Note
Yes, this is incredibly stupid. That's the joke.
