Internet Concert Tonight + Witcher Mother’s Day song (Video) (Patreon)

Happy Thursday!

Will you join me tonight for my Bandcamp Concert? It's at 8 PM eastern. We're singing Dungeons & Dragons Drinking Songs.

If you need some inspiration, I have a new song I finished for the In the 'Verse podcast. It's a song inspired by The Witcher TV series. It's sort of a dark celebration of mother's or Mother's Day. It's called "Mother's Blood".

The show tonight will have fun songs that you might hear gearing up for a D&D session, or in the background. Most of the songs I picked are Irish pub song type tracks. But not entirely. And of course, I'm happy to take your own D&D inspired requests... or any song requests for that matter.

Tickets are $20.

As a patron, you save 50% with the coupon code.

I would truly love it if you joined the concert in any case. So if $20 or even $10 is too tight for you right now. Don't sweat it.

Email me your Bandcamp email address. Ask me for a free invite.

Just do it before 1 PM eastern so that I can you added in time.

Finally, here's a short story to get you in the mood..

In the golden glow of the Laughing Griffin Tavern, you and your band of weary adventurers push open the heavy oak door, your armor clinking softly. A bard, perched on a stool in the corner, strums his autoharp, his voice weaving tales of lost kingdoms and valiant heroes into the smoky air. As you settle at a rough-hewn table, the melody wraps around you, rekindling spirits dulled by the road. With mugs of ale in hand, you listen, each note a balm, until the song’s end beckons you to share your own stories. Here, among the echoes of legends, you find a brief, enchanting respite.---

You notice the bard finishing his last chord and rising from his stool, a modest tip hat in hand. As he threads through the crowded tavern, a subtle lilt of appreciation in his gait, you watch his interactions, intrigued by the way his presence seems to soften even the harshest of patrons.

He approaches your table, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "Thank you for listening," he says, his voice almost as melodious as his music. You and your friends nod, dropping a few coins into his hat. He smiles gratefully, turning to continue his rounds.

The bard's path soon brings him near a large, brooding half-orc barbarian, who slams his mug on the table as the musician nears. The half-orc’s deep-set eyes narrow, following the bard’s every move. You tense, sensing the mood shift. The tavern's bustling noise dims slightly, patrons sensing the brewing storm.

“Sing something worthy, or don’t sing at all,” the half-orc grunts, his voice rough as gravel.

The bard hesitates, his hand hovering over the hat. He offers a nervous smile. "I sing only to bring joy, friend. Perhaps the next song will be to your liking?"

The half-orc snorts, dismissing the bard with a flick of his massive hand. The bard takes a step back, bumping into another table and jostling a drink. Laughter erupts from a nearby group, and the half-orc’s face twists into a scowl. He stands, towering over the bard, who looks suddenly frail in comparison.

You rise from your seat, your instinct to protect kicking in. The tavern's energy shifts, patrons pausing to watch. You cross the room with measured steps, placing yourself between the bard and the half-orc.

"Easy, friend," you say to the half-orc, your voice calm but firm. "The night is young, and there’s music yet to enjoy. Let’s not spoil it over a misunderstanding."

The half-orc eyes you up and down, sizing you up. Your hand rests casually near your weapon—a silent signal that you’re not to be trifled with. After a tense moment, the half-orc grunts, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer before he sits back down, muttering under his breath.

The bard exhales sharply, his relief palpable. He gives you a grateful nod, and you return to your table, feeling the eyes of the tavern patrons on you. Some nod in respect, others whisper among themselves.

As the tension dissipates, the bard resumes his rounds, his step lighter. He receives a few more tips, now under the protective gaze of the patrons who had witnessed the encounter. By the time he returns to the corner, his hat holds a respectable sum.

He clears his throat, adjusting the autoharp on his chest, and addresses the tavern. "For my next set, I’ll be playing something special. A ballad of camaraderie and courage, inspired by those who stand up for others." His gaze meets yours for a moment, acknowledgment and thanks clear in his eyes.

The strings of the autoharp fill the air once more, this time with a powerful ballad that seems to resonate with the very walls of the Laughing Griffin. As the bard sings, his voice rich and emotive, the room is captivated. Even the half-orc listens, his expression unreadable, but no longer hostile.

The song tells of a legendary hero who faced great odds to protect his comrades, his strength drawn from the bonds of friendship and trust. It’s a song that speaks directly to the hearts of adventurers like you, who know all too well the perils and the bonds formed on long, treacherous journeys.

As the final note lingers in the air, the tavern bursts into applause, louder and more heartfelt than before. The bard bows, his eyes sparkling with the joy of shared stories and songs.

He collects his tip hat, now overflowing, and gives the room one final, sweeping glance. “Thank you, my friends. Let’s take a short break, but don’t go far. The night is still young, and there are more tales to tell.”

With that, he steps away to prepare for his next set, leaving behind a room warmed by his music and your act of kindness.Can't wait to meet you at the Laughing Griffin Tavern!