|Tonal Vision entertains teen-agers and adults alike at the Masonic Temple Theater in downtown Birmingham|
|BIRMINGHAM BAND DOES GOOD|
|BIRMINGHAM BAND DOES GOOD
"I'm the captain of this spaceship!" cried Colin Soniat, of the local musical group Tonal Vision, as he sailed weightlessly over the blinking control panels. Jason Bailey paid no attention as he continued swatting at all the floating popcorn with his mandolin. Kristian Cowart and Jeremy Burns were playing Pong on the ship's computer, one of them with a comfortable 58 to 3 lead. Casey Blank was somewhere deep in the bowels of the ship, tinkering with his beloved machines.
"Just like it says in the book," Colin hollered, pausing to bite his bar of soap. "You guys just hold the neck!"
"There," said Jeremy, "that makes 58 games to 4. Ha! It's all in the wrist, baby, all in the wrist."
"All in your head, you mean," Kristian observed.
Just then an image crackled to life on the Funkyvision Vidscreen. It was a head, a familiar head, a massive head, the head, in fact, of Bob Barker. "Heads up, fellows," he began. "Sorry to interrupt your relaxing evening, but listen. The peace talks between Galaxy Good and Galaxy Evil have broken down."
|"Let me at 'em!" Colin proposed. "I'll fix 'em. Yeah, I'll fix 'em good!"
"Team Tonal Vision," Bob Barker intoned, "the fate of two galaxies rests in your hands. You got to hustle over to the Planet of Broken Down Talks right away , and lay down such a groove, the likes of which have never been heard. It must be jazzy, funky, bluegrasssy, . full of mirth and pathos, shadows and light, the sun in the day and the stars at night. Yes, a groove so chockfull of rip-roaring good times and flowers that even the emperors of galaxies lay down their laser swords to pick up the guitars of happiness!"
"Right on!" Colin, Christian and Jason responded.
"You can't seriously be asking me to quit playing Pong," Jeremy said. "I just got into a zone over here."
Just then Casey came careening onto the bridge on one of his jet-powered congas, knocking over throw pillows and rustling the Pink Floyd poster.
"Listen up, gang!" he suggested. "I've got incredible news!"
Everyone, even Bob Barker, turned to see what Casey had to say that was so incredible...