Greetings.
My last transmission about the raging success of my band and it's eventual demise caused by that little trollop Yaddle Uno, generated quite a bit of interest. Ever since I sent it, poor Vera (who I thank the Maker for every day) has been inundated with scores of transmissions. These transmissions have all been inquiring about what happened after that harpy destroyed the greatest band in the history of time. I don't like to talk about it. But in order to give Vera, the only bright spot in my life, a little peace, I will.
Actually maybe it is better to show you...
Who are the champions of chicken fights? We are the champions of chicken fights...
my friend. And we'll keep on chicken fighting till the end!
Between the break up and my first solo album, I toured with this awesome band. Let me tell you, if you had heard us play, WE WOULD ROCK YOU!
Most of you probably believe the first time I wore my mask and armor was after my despicable best friend/teacher left me dying from 3rd degree burns covering 100% of my body. However, that is not the case at all. The whole reason I had the armor was because I used it as a stage costume after I left those light side jerks. By the way, did you hear all of their hits after I left the band? Neither did I. Neither did anyone! Bwa ha ha ha ha! Because they didn't have any! I, on the other hand, had a rather successful solo career.
Next, I got big into the brass scene that is so popular on planets like Tatooine.
I could have played any cantina in the galaxy.
Of course I was awesome at it (like everything I do) as you can see in this video transmission...
I found that too easy so I decided to record the theme song for an entertaining hologram about a spy. They wanted to call it Live and Let Die... but that is stupid so I sang Kill and Let Die.
It was epic. I din't need those losers at all.
They liked my ideas so much that they wanted me to star in the Hologram.
I force choked the stupid director right after this.
He said, "You look too menacing. Can you tone it down a little?"
I got as far as making the poster, but the director kept on telling me what to do. So bam! I force choked that bossy little dimwit to death. After that incident, I was labeled "difficult to work with". But that was fine with me. Music was my real passion. Well music and force choking morons.
More on that later.