Earl the Bard

Hurdy-gurdist, story teller, professional noise-maker

Earl the Bard is now on Patreon

It’s finally happened! I’ve finished my Patreon page!

It took me much longer to get it up and running than I was hoping it would, but it looks even better than I would have imagined. So I guess everything works out.

 

If you aren’t familiar with Patreon, it’s kind of like Kickstarter, but on a recurring basis. Instead of donating one large sum once for a big project, Patreon is a way for fans to donate a little to an artist on a monthly basis to offer continued support to allow them better flexibility in being able to afford to create the content you love! As a reward for your support, artists can offer bonus content as a thank you.

 

So now you, too, can support my art through Patreon and receive mp3 downloads, bonus content, or even a postcard in the mail just for you! You can see all the rewards in detail right on my page!

Just click over to http://www.patreon.com/earlthebard to check it out!

 

Cheers,

Earl the Bard

100 YouTube Subscribers!

Huzzah! What a glorious time! With your help, I have just hit my first major milestone on YouTube. The significance of this milestone is that I am now “official” enough on the ‘Tube to be allowed to have a custom channel. This lets me, among¬† other things, have a significantly easier to remember custom URL.¬† Everybody! Stop what you are doing and type in http://www.youtube.com/earlthebard into your search bar right now! Or click that hyper link! I’m not your mom. Do what you want.

 

In celebration of this monumental extravaganza, I have uploaded a new video to YouTube featuring a behind the scenes take of me performing a classic bardic tale of drunken shenanigans on an instrument I don’t actually know how to play in a music shop I just happened to stumble across during my travels! I had a lot of fun recording it and I hope you all enjoy watching it! you can see it over here if you haven’t already. Or if you have seen it, but feel like watching it again. I’m not your mom. Do what you want.

 

So, all this is to say “Thank you all so very much from the bottom of my heart.” I literally couldn’t have gotten this far without you guys, and it means the world to me how much you have been sharing my links this past week. I’ll try to hold up my end of the deal by creating amazing content much more frequently for your entertainment and delight. Please keep spreading the love, and I’ll try to do the same!

 

Oh, and one last thing! I absolutely love what I do, and if you absolutely love what I do as well, please consider throwing a few dollars into my tip jar over on the Busking Project. It’s a super convenient way to send virtual tips using Paypal or Stripe.

 

Once again, thank you all so much for all the love and support! You guys are great!

 

Cheers,

Earl the Bard

The Ballad of Samantha, The Bold

Come gather my friends, and hear what I say:

A hero has completed a quest upon this day.

Verily, I say unto thee, Samantha the Bold did venture forth.

Against terrible odds, and fearsome foes she did hold her course.

As the wicked Sun beat her with rays most painful and vile,

She held her head high, and onward she marched all the while.

Angrily, The Sun drove his light into her eyes so brightly

But Sam’s armor was thick and her attitude sprightly.

Onward she sped, fearing not the serious Sun or his burns.

O, brave hero, your triumphant bravery much honor earns.

At long last she arrived at the palace of Puck, a trickster so keen.

The treasure you seek lies guarded, as any treasure ought to have been.

A satchel of gold she proudly displayed and threw on the counter.

For a treasure so grand, no gold could ever hope to amount ter.

O, puck, thou hast been beaten, Sam as seen through your wiles and tricks

And returned home with the chest she sought, rightful order to fix.

Again she endured the pain of The Sun and his villainous rays

But because of this, Sam is remembered to us as the hero of days.

Admiring the chest and it’s immaculate treasure crafted by hands of elf,

she provides for us golden fried donuts, a dozen o’ twelve.

Though ’tis not without suffering our Brave hero endured

and at the end of her quest soon found herself floored.

T’was not the spiteful Sun that did halt the Bold Sam

when she fell to the ground with a crash, a bang, and a bam.

T’was her own footgear, did cut with villainous spite

and produced a blister which she will tend to tonight.

But ’tis true as they say, that if nothing is ventured, then ’tis nothing you’ll gain

And with gift of donut, dear Samatha the Brave, our joys you restore and relieve us our pain.