Chapter 3.2: Link Hogthrob
On a beautiful spring morning, I went out to my mailbox for the next issue of Heartthrob Monthly. Instead I found a letter. I took it in, and found this:
Dear Link Hogthrob,
I would like to give you the opportunity to work on MuppeTelevision, a TV station that I am in charge of running. We are able to pick up signals from all over the world, and will be choosing the best ones to air on our station. We are hoping that you will consider taking this wonderful opportunity to learn more about the mechanics behind television, performing, all the while having a lot of fun.
If you are interested, all you have to do is come to Muppet Central, the control room of MuppeTelevision, and I will talk to you about what role is best for you on the show. We are still looking for many performers, assistants, musicians, and a wide variety of others. Please also note that we have sent out some notices to the general public regarding jobs here, so there may be other new crew members hired to fill in roles of the show. However, I remain confident that we will be able to find some sort of job for each and every person that is interested. This is a wonderful opportunity to learn and grow in the television industry, and I have the hope that many people will grasp that opportunity.
Yours truly,
Kermit the Frog
At that point I knew that Kermit needed me, or the entire station would suffer terribly. So I ran down to Muppet Central as fast as I could. I busted down the door, ran in, and in a booming voice I said, “Anyone here?” No answer. “Anyone?” Suddenly I heard music coming from another part of the building. I walked down and opened up the door. I saw the Electric Mayhem there, playing a terrible sounding song. They stopped.
“That is it,” Floyd said. “I’m outta here. These songs are terrible, these instruments are junk, I’m done with this gig.”
“Yeah, like rully.”
Floyd continued. “I mean, I could write better music than this trash.”
“Right, except if he didn’t know he was a genius, he wouldn’t even listen to the trash he wrote,” Dr. Teeth joked to Zoot.
Floyd and Janice walked out, practically knocking me over in the process
“Hey Link, when’d you get here?” Dr. Teeth asked.
“Mm...maybe a few minutes ago.”
“You play an instrument?”
“Well, I did play some trumpet for a while.”
“Wanna join in on this song? We could use any help we can get, with them two gone.”
“Sure.” I picked up a trumpet lying across the room. Dr. Teeth handed me a sheet with some strange, foreign symbols on them.
“What’s this?” I asked, confused.
“That’s the song we’re playing.”
“Oh yeah, right.” I was beginning to wonder if they were listening to too much music. No wonder Floyd and Janice quit. They began playing the song. I had no idea what was going on. I just sort of blurted out a few notes. They stopped.
“Link, what are you doing?” Dr. Teeth asked.
“Um, playing the song?” I said. Dr. Teeth came over to me. Look, we started playing this part here. You don’t come in yet, because there’s no notes there for you. You come in down here.
“Ah. Okay,” I said, still lost. Dr. Teeth walked back to his position behind the keyboard. They began playing again. It was harder than it looked. How was I to know when they finished the first part? So I just started playing when the time seemed right. They stopped again.
“Link!” Dr. Teeth came down again. Look, in this particular song, there are four beats in every one of these sections. So you keep counting. 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. Then when you count down to here, you start playing. Got that?”
“Yeah.” He went back up. They started playing. I counted, “1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1-” They stopped.
“You don’t count out loud!”
“Oh. Sorry.” They began playing again. I counted, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. Then it was my time to play. I began. They stopped, leaving me to do a brilliant trumpet solo. Dr. Teeth came down again.
“These are notes. These particular ones you play are one beat. So you’ll play for one beat, then stop, then play again for one beat.”
“Wouldn’t it make more sense to get it all over with at once?”
“It doesn’t work that way. Now you’ll count here the same way you do up there, except on each number you count, you play during that number. These notes are on different lines. The line notes are E, G, B, D, and F. The space notes are F, A, C, and E. You can remember then by saying, Every Good Boy Does Fine, and the world “face.””
Zoot cut in. “Wha? I thought it was Esther Gives Boyd Dark Fish?”
“Whatever,” Dr. Teeth said. “As long as you remember the notes.”
“I think I got it this time,” I said. They began playing. I counted, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. I started playing each note, like they said. They stopped.
“What’s the problem?” I asked. You’re playing the G note every single time. You’re supposed to play B first, then F, then-”
“How do I do that?” I interrupted. As I was thrown out of the room, I landed right on top of Kermit.
“Oh, Kermit! You’re just the frog I wanted to see!” I said.
“Hey Link, what do you need.”
“I got your letter, I was wondering what I could do.:
“Hmm...some of the band members quit. Maybe you could fill in for one of them?” A loud “NO!” echoed from the band room.
“Or not. Tell you what Link, just be here and I’ll give you some sort of job in the control room.”
“Sounds great Kermit, thanks!”