Staccato and Friends

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On one hand, there was one thing he could agree on; Canterlot needed variety, and it was stuck in place on many things. It all blended and looked samey after a while. On the other, Staccato had accidentally said a set of words that would get a chuckle out of Silver, shaking his head. “Look, not all rock music is loud. It also helps if you don’t blow your fuckin’ ears out of your head.” Silver remarked, bringing a smirk across his face. “Plus, you got a whole variety of genres you could listen to: Classic, Punk, Alternative - as I said, Soft, Folk..” Both of his beady little eyes looked to the unicorn. “My guess? You look like the kinda colt who’d enjoy a little group I know called ‘Equestria’ - no kidding on that, someone named their band after our friggin’ continent.”

“I’m not talking about it’s composition, Silver...” Staccato retorted, rolling his eyes with a smirk. “But I mean I went to a concert or two and it seemed like they were trying to make sure Princess Celestia could hear it from across the country. On a record it sounds pretty good, it’s just not the same as hearing it played myself, you know? Phonograph can only do so much.”

The unicorn poked a hoof at the griffon cheekily. That the new age electronic instruments could have their volumes turned up and down was actually pretty neat, but having every band he attempted to see turn it all the way up had been something of a disappointment. Wander though he might, part of him was still a musician. Hurting his ears would be a nightmare.

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“..Well, I can’t deny that Classical is and was the building grounds of music - respect where respect is due.” Silver wouldn’t and couldn’t smack talk it; that was essentially where it began, but to have a whole city listen to the same thing? There had to be some variety. “But that doesn’t surprise me. That whole city has that ‘classical’ feel to it - but come on, a little guitar here and there wouldn’t hurt to have being played around the place.”

“Variety it could definitely use.” The bard agreed. “Canterlot’s kinda stuck in place, in a lotta ways. It’s not really that bad, though.”

He was biased, of course, but he had also wandered away from it over a decade ago, not looking back.

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This - natrually - drew out an exasperated groan out of the punker, who looked at the unicorn in bewilderment.  “You’ve never heard of Stone Temple Pilots - one of the greatest bands in the alternative rock scene?” He’d sputter, baffled at the notion.

“Here, then.”