About Garage Bard
Lo! Who is the Garage Bard?
None may know. Cloaked in shadow, hood drawn low, the Bard emerges from the dim recesses of the internet, not to sing of kings and heroes… but of thee. Yes, thee — with thine stubbed toes, thine spilled lattes, and thine broken Wi-Fi routers.
What Songs Doth the Bard Sing?
Not of epic battles nor dragons slain. Nay, the Bard sings of mightier trials:
Of sandals broken in thine hour of need.
Of feline companions who sit upon thine keyboard.
Of burritos that burst asunder before the first bite.
These tales, noble though ridiculous, are woven into ballads most silly. Yet beware! No mortal hears a snippet except by X or by coin (three of thy dollars) shalt thou unlock the bardic truth.
Why Doth the Bard Sing?
Because life is absurd.
Because laughter endureth where dignity faileth.
Because even the humblest stubbed toe is worthy of immortal verse.
Join the Fellowship.
Submit thy tale, and perchance the Bard shall deem it worthy of song. Should the hooded minstrel take up thy cause, thy tale shall be sung for eternity—or at least until the internet forgets.
Thus the Garage Bard remaineth unseen, unheard, unknown… save for the songs that echo in thine earbuds.
