In the grand tradition of other Dick Tracy stories that just seemed to go on forever, so too goes the story of the Maestro, his now deceased son, and the rock band that tore them apart. Phil, still in the depths of despair over the loss of dear Ludwig, heads on over to the only other people who seemed to have known his son: the members of that darn rock band that tore them apart. Oh rock band that never really was (that apparently the audiences loved even though I seem to recall someone saying that they had never really played anywhere), you're going through a rather rough time, aren't you? But wait, what does that shadowy figure (who is probably Phil Harmonic) want? Is Dick Tracy going to have to call in the authorities again, or, tired of this whole thing, will he finally take the law into his own hands?
The shadowy figure, who turned out to be Phil Harmonic, has unexpectedly dropped in on the band formerly known as The Ringtones and now known as the We Will Split Up And Find Other Bands To Play In Because The Guy Who Put Us Together Got Himself Killed (catchy, isn't it?) with a proposition. Yes indeed, it would appear that old Phil there has decided Kid wasn't so bad after all, and neither was his music. (Yes, rock and/or roll is perfectly fine in small doses, so long as it does not interfere with the symphony.) He's even got a plan, too: a memorial concert in honor of his dearly departed son. But wait, who will play the guitar? (Who, indeed.)
Wow, who knew that behind the baton and the bad attitude about rock and roll was a guitar player waiting to break free. Looks like the concert is on and since the Maestro pretty much owns the Symphony Hall, they don't even have to worry about finding a place to play. Meanwhile, back at the Tracy's, Dick has caught wind of the concert and decided that since Tess dragged him to the symphony, the least he can do is drag her to a rock concert. (Good thing they apparently never changed out of their clothes from the Ambassador's party. Odd, though, that they would have the memorial concert before the Kid has been buried and before the news of his death has really spread. Oh wait, this is one of those time leap things, isn't it?)
Wow, Tracy actually looks pretty happy to be at the concert (even with Tess's hair about to poke him in the eye). Maybe he realizes that the case is finally over and he's thinking about all of the things he can do on his day off. Yup, looks like the case is finally over. Sure, the Maestro is wallowing in grief, The Ringtones are pretty much finished, and Tracy has a whole lot of paperwork coming his way, but at least the case has been wrapped up and everyone had a rockin' good time at the concert. (Besides, how soon could another case come up anyway?)
In the grand tradition of other Dick Tracy stories that just seemed to go on forever, so too goes the story of the Maestro, his now deceased son, and the rock band that tore them apart. Phil, still in the depths of despair over the loss of dear Ludwig, heads on over to the only other people who seemed to have known his son: the members of that darn rock band that tore them apart. Oh rock band that never really was (that apparently the audiences loved even though I seem to recall someone saying that they had never really played anywhere), you're going through a rather rough time, aren't you? But wait, what does that shadowy figure (who is probably Phil Harmonic) want? Is Dick Tracy going to have to call in the authorities again, or, tired of this whole thing, will he finally take the law into his own hands?
The shadowy figure, who turned out to be Phil Harmonic, has unexpectedly dropped in on the band formerly known as The Ringtones and now known as the We Will Split Up And Find Other Bands To Play In Because The Guy Who Put Us Together Got Himself Killed (catchy, isn't it?) with a proposition. Yes indeed, it would appear that old Phil there has decided Kid wasn't so bad after all, and neither was his music. (Yes, rock and/or roll is perfectly fine in small doses, so long as it does not interfere with the symphony.) He's even got a plan, too: a memorial concert in honor of his dearly departed son. But wait, who will play the guitar? (Who, indeed.)
Wow, who knew that behind the baton and the bad attitude about rock and roll was a guitar player waiting to break free. Looks like the concert is on and since the Maestro pretty much owns the Symphony Hall, they don't even have to worry about finding a place to play. Meanwhile, back at the Tracy's, Dick has caught wind of the concert and decided that since Tess dragged him to the symphony, the least he can do is drag her to a rock concert. (Good thing they apparently never changed out of their clothes from the Ambassador's party. Odd, though, that they would have the memorial concert before the Kid has been buried and before the news of his death has really spread. Oh wait, this is one of those time leap things, isn't it?)
Wow, Tracy actually looks pretty happy to be at the concert (even with Tess's hair about to poke him in the eye). Maybe he realizes that the case is finally over and he's thinking about all of the things he can do on his day off. Yup, looks like the case is finally over. Sure, the Maestro is wallowing in grief, The Ringtones are pretty much finished, and Tracy has a whole lot of paperwork coming his way, but at least the case has been wrapped up and everyone had a rockin' good time at the concert. (Besides, how soon could another case come up anyway?)
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