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Tangled Up in Blues

Written by The Descendant

Chapter 7: "The Friendship Blues"

I awoke alone. With small panic I leapt up and quickly went sprawling to the ground as my legs began to feel the multitude of pin pricks which indicated their protest at having to support me as I slept sitting on the floor. My back too disliked having slept against the bed, and it protested in loud terms. None of these hurts though could match the pain that was flying through my heart at the idea that she had left me…

Painted blue.

I was able to soothe one of those complaints as I lurched into the sitting room. There a small note met me, one in her perfect little hoofwriting.

"Had to go pick up Penny. We'll both be back tonight."

"Yes!" I cried, throwing my hooves into the air. At once my legs and back, frustrated at being ignored, launched another attack that sent me flailing and screaming into my coffee table.

Even when I'm happy, painted blue.

I asked you before, Moody if you knew where I am as I'm making this mental note to you. Of course you know, but if you had guessed at the club doing that servicepony's benefit you'd be wrong.

I would like to tell you what happened there though…

That night the club was alive with ponies. Soldiers of the brigade that was stationed in the camp above Carousel Boutique filled both the tents we had set up and the old hall itself. They mixed with our regular customers as their proud flags flew from rafters, the colors adding excitement to our party.

Penny and I smiled at one another, and I lifted her onto the stage. "You ready kiddo?" I asked as her mother looked on in surprise. "Yup!" she answered, lifting her little sax to her mouth.

"Ladies and gentlecolts," I cried, "In honor of our guests the serviceponies, I present for your patriotic consideration Miss Penny's Worth, in her world debut, playing 'Beneath Sun and Moon'!"

As I slid off the stage so she could look at me and concentrate the soldiers and Ponyville civilians alike applauded. I looked to Penny, she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.

"Beneath Sun and Moon", as you know Moody, isn't Equestria's national anthem, but it is dear to the hearts of all Equestrians. It's song about our good land, and how we all are one ponydom despite being three races. It's about how the Sister Sovereigns guide us, watch over us, love us. So it was that even as it wobbled from a child's saxophone it caused ponies to remove their hats and helmets, and more than a few misty eyes were seen.

I felt Taffy leaning against me, the beautiful light frame resting easy alongside mine and the engaging scent of the mare washing away all the others in the room. I laid my head against hers. It was at that moment when, barely a few chords into the song, Penny saw us.

As she looked at us, Moody, her whole expression changed. I swear, Moody, the kid became lighter, her whole countenance fell away and was replaced by a being made of "Zap!" and fireworks.

She had seen us, the two of us, Taffy and I, leaning into each other…the love between us now evident to her.

In her little world something fell into place, something that had not been meshing properly came together. At once all of those concerns, the worries that had dogged her, parted ways and she focused on her song…

…her song, Moody!

At once life burst from that saxophone. It was incredible. "Beneath Sun and Moon" came alive, and the crowd was awed by it, overwhelmed by it.

Her song ended, and in that still sudden second between when it ended and when the crowd could begin to cheer something amazing happened.

There was a sound like a falling star sliding across a frozen lake, and a look went over Penny's face like somepony had poured quicksilver down her flank. She looked down, her face went wide, and she turned to us with the most perfect expression on her face that I'd ever seen.

If I could have bottled that expression, Moody, I could have sold it for ten bits a pop on the street.

"Mom!" she called out, her voice still the only one in the room as the crowd looked on unspeaking, still awestruck, "My cutie mark!"

At once the crowd burst out into cheers, the whole of the dance hall, the entire assembly that had gathered around the open windows as the song progressed, cheered wildly.

They all cheered again as Penny leapt from the stage into her mother's forelegs, they rocked the structure with their cheers so much that ancient dust bunnies we hadn't thought to clean out came down from atop the rafters.

So loud was it that the flags overhead vibrated with it. I noticed all of this as I climbed back up onto the stage. As I did I felt a little tug and looked down into her face, the little wonderful face.

"Let's see that mark!" I said, gathering her up, tickling her as I lifted her around.

It was a gumball machine. At first I was startled, was Penny destined for a life of automated food distribution maintenance?

No, I realized, think about how she got it, stupid. She had gotten it because she had focused on us. She had received clarity, a deeper understanding of the mechanics of her world. Because we loved each other she no longer had those worries, those fears, those permeating concerns that clouded her little world.

Now, to her, it was all clear blue skies.

The gumballs in the machine all exist, but they come out one at a time…you put in your money and out comes your…penny's worth. Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhh!

Hers was the gift of clarity, of focus. Celestia alone knew what she could do with such a powerful mark…how her song would come out in the end.

"Up, up!" she called, and I lifted her high above me and spun her around, and she fell into my forelegs as we wheeled down to the floor, her mother looking up to us with tears in her eyes and her hoof over her mouth as the crowd continued to cheer.

I don't hate Penny's biological father, Moody. I don't hate anypony or anything.

In time, I knew, in an effort to be honest with me that Taffy would tell me about him, not wanting to have any secrets from me. I could already guess though how the story would go.

Poor Taffy, alone, seeking shelter from a storm in her life, thinking she'd found a safe harbor.

Oh, Taffy, there were hidden rocks…weren't there? Oh, Taffy.

They aren't real stallions; those who whisper sweet lies, those who play a game with the hearts of mares…they are merely animals spreading their seed.

From a biological perspective, with most stallions off fighting The Wars for all of these generations, I guess it's necessary. There are repercussions to having the streets of these villages and cities filled with a ratio of 3 mares to 1 stallion. Ponies don't come through some magic mirror or through some other ways found in the fables we tell foals to avoid telling them the embarrassing truth.

So…I don't hate him. If he hadn't scratched his itch I'd never have met Penny, and therefore never met Taffy…never fallen in love with both of them.

But, as I sat there on the stage embracing Penny, receiving her kisses over and over as the crowd continued to cheer for her, I couldn't help but think that the bastard was the biggest bloated sack of stupid idiocy to ever trot Equestria for leaving this behind.

I looked down into her face as the band began to play again. "That" I said, resting my head to hers, "Was one killer first recital, kiddo!"

She just giggled as I lead her to her mother's side. There I watched as Taffy's cousin Bon Bon and her green life partner cooed and cuddled and fawned over Penny. Soon more relations were coasting over to them as I looked on amused.

As I did I felt Bluegrass tap me. He lead me aside and to the door to the office. He killed the lights as we looked out through the doorway, over the heads of the throngs of the ponies listening in as Spike burned the place up on the piano.

We gazed for long seconds.

"What am I looking at here?" I asked him after "ridiculous" had firmly set in.

"Look to the third booth down on the far side," indicated the colt subtly with his hoof.

I focused on the table, partly hidden as it was by the moving crowd. As I did I concentrated on it, narrowed my eyes.

"In Celestia's name!" I cried, "I…I don't believe it!"

"I," began Bluegrass.

"They're almost out of toothpicks!" I said, scrambling for the supply cabinet.

Bluegrass smacked his hoof to his forelock, gathered me up (toothpicks in hoof) and pointed me back at the table.

"Look at the stallion," he said in a cloaked whisper, "The band and I were discussing this…we're like 99.999% sure it's Midnight Runner."

Midnight Runner, Moody, I'm sure you know that name. I sure did. There was probably no more successful blues musician alive, Moody, and with your passing he was probably the greatest living one too.

We looked across the way to where Midnight Runner sat among a small crowd in one of the booths, the old grey stallion bobbing his head with the music our young dragon friend was playing.

"You should go talk to him," said Bluegrass.

"Why me?" I asked.

"Hey, you're the boss around here," he added with a shrug.

I was about to snort and make a comment, but as I looked down to Bluegrass I saw that he was staring back out across the way, not a hint of irony on him.

The colts saw me as the boss, Moody. I was in charge, Moody. I was the respectable one, Moody. I was the presentable one, Moody. Celestia help us all, Moody.

We soon had to retake the stage, and as Spike took his bows and ran off, the applause for him turned into a repeated call for Penny to take the stage again. She played one more song, her first, "Marching in the Rain" with us and then was off to bed.

As we wound down the night I determined to see Midnight Runner. As the crowd dispersed though we lost sight of him, and soon the place was empty.

At the next meeting of The New Blue Flag Club, L.L.C., his presence was noted, but I first suggested that we have all of our families here at the club for a massive Blessings Day dinner. "Bring all of them, all that we can fit inside," I motioned.

"Second," called out Short.

"Aye," called one and all.

As the meeting progressed I had the pertinent information that I was now deeply and utterly in love and that I would appreciate the understanding of the gentlecolts in the matter added to the record.

Lucky added to that report that I already owed him two nights of his dinner duty and that would start to accumulate interest if canoodling transpired and he was put in the position of having to do so again.

Recognizing that information as factual I agreed to the terms and we set about planning for Blessings Day.

Two weeks later our families began to arrive, and we put them up at the better hotels like The Seabiscuit. As morning dawned on the feast day they arrived in a constant stream, the older ponies meeting one another, making new acquaintances, and renewing tenuous bonds of familiarity. It turns out that Short's father served with Bluegrass's uncle in one of The Wars, same regiment and everything.

To my delight Taffy and Penny escape unnoticed from a mass gathering of their clan and join us. Penny joins the myriad number of nieces and nephews of the colts as they run around the dance hall, and I introduced Taffy to my parents.

My mother regards Taffy as some Celestia-sent prize for her years of patient waiting. "We aren't married, mom!" I laughed.


The entire staff is there, it takes nine of those long tables to fit them and the families. It takes three more to fit all of the food they've brought, and the kitchen had never been so busy.

As everything comes together I am seated at the head of the u-shaped stretch of tables, Penny and Taffy to my left, and my mother and father to my right, the rest of the committee panning out and down, from Bluegrass and his massive herd of family all the way down to Pink Bunny and his mommy.

I see all eyes on me, Moody, on "the boss", and I realize I'm being called upon to make the Invoke.

As I turn to the stage where the pictures of Luna and Celestia sit among a display of food and gifts the families stand with me, and I feel Penny's hoof in mine.

I'm not the most spiritual pony, but for the first time since my grandfather, now there with you in the Well of Souls, Moody, had said it the Invoke has meaning for me.

"For all we are given," I said, and bowed. They all did the same, and we turned to eat.

As we did the conversation flowed around, and the place was almost as loud as it was during nights we were performing. As I stood to get some more from the buffet table I felt the light move funny, and I looked to the door. There a figure stood briefly before leaving.

I looked to my bouncer Tuff Stuff and he galloped to the door. I would have sent Pink Bunny but he was too busy cautiously cutting his food like a gentlepony, chewing each bite thoroughly. The massive, hulking, brutal form of the bouncer was sweating under the withering gaze of his tiny mother.

Tuff Stuff opened the door. I saw him extend a hoof…and for a second, Moody, I thought it was you he brought within. I'm sorry, but it's true…I know because I almost dropped my plate all over one of Bluegrass's nephews.

The old pony came forward, and those of us who recognized him gasped. It was Midnight Runner.

"I'm sorry tah' interrupt," he said, removing his checkered cap, "I'd totally forgotten that it wer' Blessin's Day. I…I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all!" chimed we four colts in unison.

Many of the families kept talking, not caring about or even noticing him, as he spoke with us, the three other ponies leaning over me to hear him.

"I've been thinkin' about hittin' the road again, and I'mma always's lookin' for new talent for the label. I was here that other night…couple weeks ago. Stallion alive, you colts killed it, ate it up, them soldiercolts were eatin' it up, eatin' it up."

Our pride grew as this legendary figure inflated our egos.

"So…I got tah' thinkin', if you colts would like tah do some recordings…"

That was my dream, Moody, if you remember. To be a big recording star, to tour Equestria, become a legendary performer, selling records left and right.

Here he was, Moody, one of your old associates, he even held his head like you. He was you, I realized, if you'd made a different choice…

"…or come on the road with me and the like, move on up tah' Manehattan."

The room was suddenly quiet.

"Whattcha think, colts?"

I slowly spun in my chair, looking up to the colts. As I did I felt for her hoof, ran my hoof across her foreleg.

I'm your harbor, Taffy. You are safe here, Penny is safe here.

I looked up to the colts, gave them everything they needed to know with one look.

I can't go.

I've made a promise.

This is where I'm supposed to be, I'm home for the first time in my life.

We've done something amazing here.

I won't stop any of you if you want to go, but please, please stay.

You're like brothers to me.

I love you each.

My eyes, if you remember, Moody, are very expressive.

I looked to each of them in turn and got a nod, and then turned back to Midnight Runner.

"I'm sorry…we can't."

He didn't ask why, there was no long explanation of our stance, no counter-offers. He just nodded and turned to leave.

"I mean…we can do the recordings, but we can't move to Manehattan, or tour for years at a time…we're home, here, you see."

He turned back to us, his smile returning.

"Well, 'spose that'd work, yeah…that'd work."

"Won't you join us for some dinner?" Short asked.

"We'd love to have you," added Lucky.

"I've got some stuff that's been wanting to show you since I was a foal," added Bluegrass.

The old stallion ran his hoof through his grey mane, turned and looked at the tables of smiling faces…the little wave he got from Pink Bunny's mother.

"Well," he said with a wheeze and a chuckle, "Beats walkin' back to dah' hotel just tah' eat alone, don't it?"

"Yessir," I said, "Yes it does."

Later I sat with him as he had some desert following his meal. He sat with Pink Bunny's mother as I sat in that towering pony's shadow. I carefully cleared a spot on the table and laid out your album, Moody.

As he gasped and rocked back and forth he spewed forth names and remembrances. He was even in a few of them, pictures from the original Blue Flag, you and he battling it out.

"Dat' Moody Blues, weren't nopony ever better ya' know…"

"I know," I said, "He taught me everything I know about the blues. Showed me how getting tangled up in them would show me my song, perfect it…"

"Did he now?"

I showed him your case, Moody, with your name still inside on the label. I let him hold your first sax, the very same one he had played against on that stage with you two generations ago, and something moved in him. I showed him your altar and he is saddened, but not depressed.

I see what he is Moody. He is you if you'd gone the other way, if you'd made the other choice.

"C'mon, colt," he says, motioning me to stand up, "Let's give this a go."

We stand in front of your altar, Moody, as I lift your old sax to my lips, the colts running for the stage as they see what's about to happen. Lucky taps out a rhythm on the drums, Bluegrass at his guitar, Short takes the base. Our families begin to clap as Runner lifts his fabled harmonica, the one called Tangerine, and belts out the blues as I accompany him.

For three songs I'm able to pretend I'm playing at your original club, the first Blue Flag, and in his eyes I'm you…and he gets to be young again for a moment.

As it ended he looked up to your altar again.

"Y'all got a ladder?" he asked, looking to each of us.

Soon Pink Bunny, Tuff Stuff and I are holding the ladder as the old pony climbs, and we are one and all astounded as he leans in and kisses your portrait, Moody, right on the forehead.

Such is our tradition now...every pony who comes to the New Blue Flag to perform must climb the rickety ladder and supplicate themselves thus.

"You'll come back and play with us sometime, right?" I ask as I see him to the door.

"Of course!" he says, putting his checkered cap back on. He looked at me and smiled.

"Old Moody Blues, he'd be proud of you, Blues," he says, shaking my hoof.

"Thank you," I said, nodding to the grey stallion. He took a few steps back and apparently noticing a sound, turned to look at its source. He gave a slow whistle.

"Ya' even got da' flag right!" he said with a chuckle before walking away, his hooves crunching the fallen leaves.

I returned inside to see the band, my employees, and my parents standing beneath your altar and staring at me. Penny and Taffy came forward, holding my sax, your sax, and its case.

"While the ladder is up," said Lucky, pointing, "It's time."

"What, wait, what?" I asked, confusion reigning down over me as I stared at my, your, beloved sax.

As I look on Bristle Brush and Sweeps, my janitors and the most unfortunately marked ponies I'd ever met, bring forward two immense glass cases and set them on the overhang next to your portrait.

I soon understand what they want of me. They want me to take down the blue flag that our little ship has been flying. They want the waves to wash away the blue band I've painted around it, let it return to a proper ship, ready to make for distant shores.

They want me to take the captaincy.

Penny and Taffy each give me long hugs as I first take the case up, and arrange it so that all can see the label, then close it within the glass.

They both give me another hug, and my parents as well, as I gather up the enchanted sax. I kiss it beneath the bell, place it on the stand, then forever consign it within the glass, sealing it until Celestia decrees otherwise and consecrating it to your memory.  

I kiss your portrait, then make my way down the ladder. As the colts take their turn to kiss your forehead I watch the sax shimmer in the spotlight and then turn to those gathered there.

"Well," I said, already becoming emotional as I watched, "That was powerfully symbolic, but it does leave me without a sax…"

"Taken care of," says Bluegrass as two of his nephews bring forward a new case.

All my family and friends gather around as I look at the label. At first I had been worried that Taffy had tried to give me back Moody's second sax, the one I'd told her to give to Penny.

But that, I realized immediately, couldn't be the case…literally. This wasn't the same make as either of Moody's. This was a Grand Persian case, which meant that the sax inside would have to be one of the most perfect instruments made in Equestria.

"How…you, you didn't have to…" I stammered.

"It was in the equipment budget!" shouted back Tax Form, our accountant, hired just that week to manage our burgeoning income.

I swallowed hard, opened the case.

Hello, beautiful.

I lift it up and out, and around its perfect surface are engraved names of ponies I'd held dear, and pictures of my parents, grandparents, and the band.

And you too, Moody, smack dab in the center of the bell…smiling wide.  

And…I notice two ovals not yet engraved, but present…ready…and room for many, many more.

"It's perfect…thank you, thank you all so…" I begin, becoming emotional.

"Plaaayyyy!" demands Pink Bunny in a bellowing tone.

I lift it to my lips. It tastes like a mule shoe, thank Luna. I take a breath and…

"Bwargle", goes the sax, a rather traditional sound for me. Not it's fault, as soon I'll be making music with it that challenges anything I'd accomplished with yours, Moody (no offense).

However, my problem at that moment was, if you've been paying attention to my story old friend, was that I had started to cry…yet again.

As I cried Penny and Taffy come forward, wrapping their hooves around me. Soon my parents followed, and my band, then my employees. They join me in these tears, I don't cry them alone this time…these happy tears, these type of tears I'd been waiting to cry for more than two decades.

As I lift Penny up onto my back I listen to the sound of them all, especially Pink Bunny's tearful bawling. I see all of them, my little crew, and realize it's not so bad being…

…painted blue.

I looked to your picture again, Moody.

Like I said, I've been thinking about you a lot recently. If you can see us from down in the Well of Souls, I hope you can see how things have gone in the months since that tearful Blessings Day.

Do you know where I am yet as I scribble this note to you in my own little blue head? Of course you do, I'm being facetious, but do please have a guess.

I'm not in the club, the weather has turned good again, even if it was a hard winter, and I'm very ready to be outside.

It was a hard winter, but for the first time since I was a foal I'd looked forward to the winter holidays. Yule, New Years (which was a blast at the club), even one I had found repugnant and depressing a few years ago, Lovelaced Day, these all took on amazing new meanings for me, now that I had special ponies, ponies I loved, in my life.

It was amazing to me to be able to carry a sleeping Penny up the stairs on a cold blustery night, let her and her mother sleep in my bed while I slept on the couch so they didn't have to fight their way home through the snow. I enjoyed drifting off to sleep listening to the small sounds they'd make as they were sleeping in the next room.

More than once I awoke with Penny laying on my chest, having joined me in the night, and once her mother too with her head resting against Penny and I as she sat sleeping on the floor beside the couch.

When we awoke her the next morning she had a similar experience to what I had months before when I awoke from the same position. Penny and I had to fight from laughing aloud.

I fall more and more in love with that mare everyday, Moody.

It was a hard winter, Moody. The crowds dropped off after the winter really set in, but we've made a very respectable profit every month, and we'll pay off our loans early at this rate. The crowds are picking up again as the weather turned good.

I found a drawing Lucky had made of a brand new New Blue Flag, a massive club that can hold 5,000 ponies at a time. Colt's got dreams. Short though…I think he's thinking military. Doing his part. Whatever his decision, I support him. Bluegrass is happy no matter what, looking for a mare of his own though!

We had one really big crowd that winter, the weekend that Midnight Runner came to play with us. The joint was packed to capacity. He kept his word, and he was magnificent.

He died two weeks later in Fillydelphia, you know, before he was able to start a new tour. Our place is now famous as the last place he played. I assume you've met up with him there. Please tell him that we miss him already, and that Tangerine already has her own place of honor on his own altar.

Tell him I look forward to playing with him again someday.

Just not very soon.

Which brings us back to you, Moody.

Moody, I'm telling you these things because I've been thinking about you a lot recently.

You see, I think I've figured out what happened.

You sacrificed yourself, didn't you?

You simply stopped. Walked away from the fame, the club, everything. I've wondered why you'd done that, why you never told me about your life before we met.

It wasn't simply that you were an iced tea enthusiast, was it? You had a reason to be on that stoop. You knew, somehow, that someday some poor unfortunate pony was going to come walking down that street with his head held low, bouncing off of garbage cans and street performers.

So, thinking that saving that pony was more important that your own fame and fortune, you just walked away. You just walked up those stairs, flipped on that porchlight, and spent the last decades of your life waiting for me.

That's what you meant, isn't it, when you told the old sax "ya' gotta be for the colt"…isn't it? You had been waiting, watching, preparing for the instant I would come down that street. By Celestia's will, I realize it now.

Have you guessed where I am Moody? I'm standing with Penny and Taffy as we watch the most amazing meteor shower I've ever seen. They are huge, audible as they crackle through the atmosphere. Penny clings between Taffy and I as we watch, she tips back and forth, trusting, knowing we're both there to catch her.

The child is so much better now, stronger, more alive than when I first met her. As the meteors are falling I see enchantment on her face, and in her mother's I see calm, certainty…hope, love.

You left bits and glamour behind because you knew doing so would, in time, save that child, one you'd never meet.

You gave up having your name in the entertainment magazines because you knew that I'd pull Taffy, a mare you'd never see, out of her fearful loneliness.

You essentially buried yourself alive in that rowhouse knowing that doing so would give me nights like this, Moody. I know that now.

I'm told by very wise ponies that there is no greater love than to sacrifice ones self for ones friends, Moody, and I see that's what you did. Even after you'd met me, even after you'd passed on your horn and got me tangled up in blues you still stayed on that porch for those last years…years and change, of your life waiting to see if I'd be coming back that day…to be sure that even if I was tangled up in them that they wouldn't choke me.

You sat there in the rain so that some day I could reach out to Penny and fall in love with Taffy.

You sat there in the snow so that someday I could meet the colts and have my own club where ponies flock by the thousands.

You sat there in the beating sun so that the losses of my apartment, Seafoam, Cake, and Cherry wouldn't beat me.

You sat there instead of in a club of your own, getting more and more famous and wealthy, and chose to wait for weeks on end for me come so you could help me through them, help me learn from my tribulations, add them to my song so that it "had gotten da' right mellow to it" as you would say.

And all that you asked in return was to play that song along with me a few times…and that I be your friend, the last one you ever made as your life slowly but certainly ended.

Had you waited for me, that last day? Had you sat on your porch as the taste of copper entered your mouth? Did you look down the street one last time to see if I was coming as your left foreleg went numb? Did you flip on the porchlight as you struggled into your house and up the stairs one final time in case I came late?

Your love goes on, Moody, through my song. Your love goes out to Penny and Taffy, to the colts, my parents, my friends like Big Mac, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie, even my employees…

… yes, even Pink Bunny is the benefactor of your benevolence.

Do you know you are my very best friend, Moody? A stupid tiny little inconvenience like you being dead doesn't stop that, our relationships we forge in life continue onward in cascading spirals for decades, even generations after we are gone. We can never know the number and magnitude of the lives we touch with our love, and the Pony of Death can only remove the veil of flesh and carry it to the Fountainhead, but from the Well of Souls we continue to draw our strength for as long as we live…and through those we touched ever after that…

You sat and played the sax with me Moody, taught me that it was alright to be painted blue. I am forever your friend, Moody, and eternity rings with your kindness and love as clearly and as loudly as a saxophone sounding out into a darkened club as glasses tinkle and ponies stare into each other's eyes.

That, Moody, I think is the type of thing that's possible when friendship is magic, and while Procer Celestia Invictus and Procer Luna Revenio continue to guide their charges across the Equestrian sky.

“They take da’ pain out, make it somethin’ good, somethin’ good. Wear yer’ blues well, colt, you gonna earn every drop of em’. Yer’ gonna be tangled up in blues”, the old stallion told Blues, presenting him with the saxophone.

Blues himself tells us of his life after that day and as he explores what it means to be “painted blue”; to hope, to fear, to love, to lose. He tells us as he learns what really makes a stallion a stallion, what it’s like to leave something you love behind, and what risks one must face in life or risk becoming nothing at all.

All of this, Blues tells us, takes place against the background of critical moments in his life and as he travels the scope of Equestria from Manehattan to Ponyville and Appleoosa. All the while the songs he learns from his pain mingle with the one his mentor, Moody Blues, revealed within him…something unbelievable the old pony did to bring it forth.

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FourWheeledFortress Featured By Owner May 25, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
This story is excellent. :love:
Thank you so much for writing it.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner May 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It was my pleasure! I hope that you enjoy the rest of my works that you get a chance to read!:)
RadiantVoid Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
If ever there was a story - and a writer - who deserved my comment #1000, it's you, and Tangled Up in the Blues.

I do believe I'll sashay around and make my through the whole Septuagint Series again. See you on the other side TD!
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I'm honored, Void!:)
RadiantVoid Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
A perfect end to a perfect tale. You mixed the perfect amount of bitterness with enough sweetness to counteract it. It managed to be a far more uplifting end than most fics, but still ended with that nice melancholy note that you have had throughout the tale.

I'm glad Blues found his place, and that he came to terms with just about everything.

You also managed to make it clear that Taffy and Blues are together without having to resort to a cheap wedding in order to make it clear.

Definitely a 5/5 for this chapter, and 5/5 overall for the story. You may have had a less cartoony take on equestria, but you made it work. I enjoyed reading this one, and I hope you had fun writing it. Very well done.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I can't thank you enough for such high praise! May I ask how you found my simple little story? Wherever you came from I'd love to find more there who offer such excellent feedback and constructive criticism!:)

Life is a stream of the good and the bad, the happy and the melancholy. I tried to be sure that he found the "right mix of both" to make sure that he grew through the story. I'm very glad that you think I did well!

I certainly felt that there was the clear implication that they were now a "real couple", and so I didn't see the need to shoehorn in a wedding. That would have broken the narrative. In my own view I'd never really consider writing a sequel to this, but I would like to find someone to do a Tumblr with! "The House of Blues" would center around the continuing story of all who work at the New Blue flag. One of the running gags would be Blues' inability to find the right time and way to propose to Taffy...;)...

I certainly had fun writing it! Far more fun than I'm having on my current monster work!

My real joy has been reading responses and receiving constructive criticism. I can't tell you how great it's been to follow along as you've explored the story in it's entirety! You've been a great commentator and I certainly hope you'll consider reading some of my other works! May I suggest A Cup of Joe which is similar to this story, but branches off in an unexpected way?;)

Thank you so much for reading and replying. It's been awesome! Thank you so much!:D
RadiantVoid Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Tvtropes was my where I found your tale. I have no actual true experience in critiquing, other than this. I like immersing myself in other worlds, and i have a way of 'knowing' what the 'rules' are in those little worlds.

Sorry if this is an odd response, i'm a bit of an odd person, though, so it balances out.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ah, yes! Tangled Up in Blues is listed as a "Recommended Reading" there, isn't it!;)

Finding out an author's personal fanon is certainly one of the joys of reading different authors, nothing odd about it at all!:)
kcorr Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2012
congratulations, you are now on my most hated list for the fact that im more addicted to this fic (not mlp) this fic than i ever was to cigarretts or anything else (and i was pretty addicted)

now that i got that out of the way, i must say... this fic is what really got me into the mlp universe, the blues universe, and the fic universe, i even started to write (and have now officially won 2000 mexican pesos thanks to my writing thats apparently not bad) thanks to this. i have yet to see something that compares. not even FO:E made me cry like a baby (and less every fuckin time i read it) seriously, thanks to this i realized i start working and have since left my parents house and fumble 2 works and a band (where i play the harp, guess why) i now believe my life is in the right track, so for saving it from the couch it was destined, thank you... its really a shame that it isnt as spread as other fics but maybe that makes it the gem it is.

i read this fic on august last year and have since read it monthly (and like Angurvddel said, no manly tears shed, actual tears being this the first time i cried since my brother stole my gameboy when we were 6) and just now decided i should comment. yea, its awesome, yea, its inspiring, yea, it changed my life. thanks bro

btw, just to keep reading what you write i read all the comments on all the chapters and will definitely hit cup of joe later
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I am terribly sorry that you have such an addiction to this fic! I promise to write a horrible sequel that gets you off of it (just kidding!;)).

Thank you so much for this comment, it really means a lot to me. I put a lot of myself into each of these stories, and Tangled Up in Blues is no exception. That I was able to communicate that to you means a lot to me, and that you value it that much only makes me all the more grateful for your interest.

Congratulations on winning your writing contest!

My stories are hard to read on some level, as my writing influences are Victorian and Elizabethan, so that's why most of my stories don't get read that much. Oh well!

You are very welcome, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts on A Cup of Joe. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!:)
karaterachel Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012
I only wish I could have read this sooner. So many shivers and goosebumps.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I'm very glad you enjoyed it, and that it garnered such a powerful response. If you enjoyed this story you may wish to try A Cup of Joe here in my gallery which also deals with a single character's experiences.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting!:)
tytoman Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2012
You know, after spending the better part of the day reading straight through this story, I feel a tear or two coming on myself. I'm just that happy that things worked out so beautifully for Blues.

You've gotten me more invested in this fic than I've been in any other I can think of. I'm truly awed.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I am very thankful that you found it so moving!

I am inordinately proud of this story, and it has always been one that I'll admit to re-reading from time to time (something I very rarely do with my own fics).

I'd love to hear your opinion of my other stories. If you liked this one "A Cup of Joe" is similar. I thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment!:D
themadkossak Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2012
I would like to say this is probably one of of the best pieces of fiction I have read, better even then many modern mass published works.
But then I would be comparing it to something like the twilight saga, and i don't want to insult you. Regardless this truly is one of the best reads I have had in quite awhile. You have a great gift and I plan to read the rest of your works in the near future.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I would like to thank you for your kind words! I especially am grateful that you feel my work stands up in comparison to many published stories. Would you mind contacting the publishers who have turned down books I've sent them and let them know that?;)

Thank you so much for reading and commenting, I really appreciate it! I look forward to hearing your opinion on my other stories as well!:)
mcstevenson Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2012
Well, thanks to Chris over on his 6-star-review-blog-thingy [link] I was made aware of this story, and all I can really say is I'm sorry I didn't read it sooner. Usually if I find a piece of work that amazes me I try to talk with its creator to learn how I can improve my own work, but in this case I have no reason. You just win forever.

I thank you, Mr. TheDescendantofKehAn. Tangled Up in Blues has been a tale of growing up and finding purpose in life that I enjoyed most greatly. I hope whatever force drives you to write never leaves you, and treats you well.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I actually had no idea that I had been written up! Thank you so much for pointing that out to me!:)

It was a pleasure writing this story, and I'm very glad that you enjoyed it. I can assure you that I have quite a few stories running around in my head, and that I'm in no danger of losing any inspiration.

If you liked Tangled Up in Blues you may enjoy A Cup of Joe, if you're looking for further reading of this type. Both are my "5 Stars" on Daily.

Oh, and call me "T.D."!;)
R4ND0M745K Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2012
Another masterpiece. It was incredibly well constructed, every piece an important part of the puzzle. And what a joy it was to finish. The blues aren't for wallowing in pain, they're for letting it out. Beautiful stuff, man. 'Course, personally I like ragtime :P, pure craziness just resounds with me.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I'm very glad you enjoyed it. This story was a joy to write, and I've always been very proud of it!:)
Heart-Of-Aces Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2011
I don't think you'll ever know how much this story means to me.
When I started this story, I was in a funk much like Blues was. But then I read this, and I was taken on a roller coaster ride of emotion.
You have given me a character that has a little bit of everything in him. He is happy, true, but he also has his pain. You made him real to me, and that's not a feat anybody can accomplish.
You have given me a character that I can point to and say, "Look, his life turned around. His life was hell, but it got better. He is like you. You can be like him."
You have woven a tale that I am proud I have read. If I ever decide to show anybody that fanfiction is not something to be feared. It is something to cherish.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I don't think that I could ever tell you how much that comment means to me...

I pour everything I have into each of these stories. They are each and every one of them the product of weeks of planning, days of writing, and hours of editing.

I am so very glad it had a real and powerful meaning for very glad!:D
ElMedico Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2011
If I could favorite this twice, I would.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for saying so!:)
MrMenelausRedz Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2011
I have been sitting here trying to come up with the right words to give to you so that you may understand the appreciation, gratitude, and praise after finishing this story. I am not even sure if anything I say will match what I am feeling right now.

I stumbled upon this story on EqD, just looking at the different 6 star stories to see if anything caught my eye. The title intrigued me alone due to its connection to music in more ways than one. When I saw that this was a story about a pony who played the Saxophone, I knew that I just had to read this story. As a saxophonist myself I felt a connection with Blues. And after reading the first chapter, something came over me where I just had the greatest urge to take out my saxophone and just play. It has been a long while since I had...still have that feeling. Even after I had already played today.

So I guess what I am trying to say is Thank you. Thank you for the opportunity to read something as wonderful as this.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
One of the wonderful aspects of writing these stories is the people I've gotten to speak with and meet. A Cup of Joe has been cathartic to some military personnel, and Tangled Up in Blues here has attracted of musically talented people like yourself. I'm very glad that it has.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read the story and to leave a comment. I'm especially happy that you've decided to see where I go with my writing by "Watching" me. I'll try not to disappoint!:)
MrMenelausRedz Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2011
It was truly a pleasure to read the story. I simply cannot say that enough. And if you continue to write the way that you have been, I am certain that you will not disappoint in the future.
katarjin Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2011
ok umm ... nope dont have the words to decribe how this made me feel but i will tell you this i will be reccomending this fic to everyone i can.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I am very glad that you enjoyed it, and thank you for your endorsement! :D
katarjin Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2011
i enjoyed every bit of you fics so far. working on heart of the mountain right now on chp 2. tring to be less of a lurker and comment more
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you're enjoying them!:)
IlikeIZ Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2011
Ive been saving up for this comment, the one where I tell you how much i loved this story. But now as Im typing it, as I have met the end of such an amazing story, I just cannot say in words how much I loved it. This will be one of those fanfictions that how ever hard I try, I will never be able to stop coming back to read it again and again
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm very glad you found it so profound. I look forward to your return visits...don't be afraid to try my other stories too!:)
LongshotLink Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I don't think there are words invented yet that describe how much I loved this story. I just...I wasn't expecting to be so caught up in this. Thank you for writing this, this is amazing, and you deserve so much more praise than I could even begin to give.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
You've really begun to give me a big head after all the responses you've given me over the last two days!:D
LongshotLink Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Well, I feel the praise is greatly deserved. I'm reading Green Brier and Wander right now. And it too is excellent.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
As always, I'll look forward to hearing your thoughts on that one too.:)
Nosnibormada Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2011
What a story...

Sorry, but I'm at a loss for words here. Even though you switch tense often (like I said before), I could follow the story perfectly well. Blues ended up the luckiest pony I could imagine, with the club and Taffy and Penny. I've no idea why this fic is so under-stated.

Thank you for this <3
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm very glad that you enjoyed it!

If I knew what it was that makes people read certain fan-fics,if I knew the secret to making them come running...I'd probably ignore it and keep writing the stories that run around screaming in my head rather than those for popularity's sake. I'm happy to have very thoughtful readers like yourself.

I'm very glad you liked it. Thanks again!:)
Deviatealittle Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2011
Finished. What a ride. steel yourself for the following torrent of comments.
Well good god, I don't think you need any more reassurances from me that this is an absolutely stunning bit of writing (everyone else thats read it did that for me). I struggle to find the words that could do it justice in this little comments section. truly, this was an amazingly emotional piece: reading what was essentially the life of a character unfold, develop, and see his growth and emotional resonance in this abridged fashion was something that has not just a distinctive form and style, but also an impressive level of depth, content and substance.

The way you reused elements of the narrative over and over again didn't become tired and repetitive, but made this whole piece unique, and all the while you kept up a level of good humor and even the sadder parts were tempered by it. It was never depressing. melancholy, but never tragically sad. It was just a life full of blues. And while I didn't exactly like Taffy's character (I really hated her name for some reason), the bit with Penny was beyond touching. It all felt so real, so natural, beyond just a slice of life style work, but something way more.
How you used the mares he was involved with, who you took advantage of the shows source material, actually building off of in-show canon events, all the repeated elements of the story: the boat (how you tied the boat story at the beginning back into the plot with such heavy connotations for Blues, I'll never know), the painted blue tagline, the mares in his life, the deus ex machina, the repeated instances and scenarios all in different settings, just... everything.
I would have to write an analytical essay to delve into all that went on here.

Bottom line? this was astounding, I love it (if this comments length didn't give that away), and it deserves more praise then its received. I feel better off having read this. Good on ya. I'm gunna go sniffle quietly, but contently at this wonderful tale of Blues and his new wonderful life and read the rest of your work. I hope lightning strikes twice.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Wow! That's quite the response! I'll try to address the points you made:

First of all, I'm very glad that you enjoyed all of the development Blues underwent. I wrote about eight pages of notes before starting this story, and one of them contained a column concerning how he would grow. I did the same with deciding which repeating themes to use.

I did all that I could to make sure the story never became too "heavy". Life is at all time a mix of tragedy and hilarity, and Blue's life isn't any different.

How I was able to do all of these? Well...I'm full of useles information that goes around and around and around in my head until I either use them or I go mad.;)

I'm very glad that you liked it! Of course, I hope you find my other stories just as enjoyable! I look forward to such insightful commentary from each of those!:)
Deviatealittle Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2011
I must say, that your attempt to never make the story too "heavy" failed with wonderful results, IMO. "Heavy" doesn't have to mean boring or preachy or depressing/sad. it just means heavy in content. And this was very content and substance heavy. A lot happens in Blues life, and the real mark of this piece is how you handled the emotion and action behind each of his relationships with other characters.

like i said, I could write a damn essay about what goes on in this. and considering its a freaking fanfic about pastel colored magical candy equines sourcing a kids cartoon, the fact that it conveys such genuine emotion all while remaining fairly lighthearted is nothing short of incredible.

So one more time, great work. Go write/publish a book now so I can buy it.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Once again, thank you for such a wonderfully in-depth analysis of the fic!:)

I don't mean to sound like I'm self-promoting, but if you really enjoyed the fic that much hitting the "Fave" button would make it come up higher if someone was searching for similar stories.

Thank you so much! Hope you find time to read some more!;)
Fartman51 Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
That beats a great deal of the books that I have ever read, next to all of the fanfiction, and has got to be one of the best pieces of writing that I think I'll see in a long while.

Thanks for writing it!
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, thats quite the compliment! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and to comment!:)
Upixo Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2011
Again, I must write below this story to express how amazed I was by this story. Tears was shred from one eye by the end - If anyone could ever describe music in words - If anyone could ever describe colours to the blind. It'd be you.

The manliest tears, they were shred. I need to play some blues tomorrow - blues from me. Not from some famous blues player.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, thank you...thank you. All I can really do is say how happy I am it meant something to one of my readers...thank you so much!

Good luck finding your song...
Silverswordmaster Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2011
I need a moment. Several moments.

This is by far the most heartfelt this brony has read in a while.

Thank you.

I may not be a great artist.
I may not be a great writer.
But I know blues.
And now I know Blues.

Thank you for telling it how it is, for sharing a story of loss and gain and what it means to really play the blues.

Thank you.
TheDescendantofKehAn Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
And thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment on it. We all go through a lot of things in our lives to end up the people we are...I'm very glad that you feel I was able to capture that.

Thanks again!
KennetBrent Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2011
I don't have words. Literally.

I'd give everything I have to be able to write like you.

Everything. I'm dead serious.

Thanks for stirring my feelings.
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