Once upon a time, in a country far far away, there were two minstrels that had heavenly voices and who's touch on their dulcimer was paved with gold and enchantment. They came drapped in mysteries and many strange stories were about them, where they come from, who they really were and what they looked like. And then, there were the magic sounds and the magic moving pictures, how do you call it, ah yes, videos. Done by a genious called Michel Gondry, he of the same country far far away. Their sound was magic and they illuminated the country with their music. Everybody was singing their praises and everybody was happy. Including the two minstrels.
But things get old and princesses get tired and a few years later, the charm surrounding the minstrels duo started to fade away. They knew it and tried desesperately to hold on to it, hoping that the people would still love them but helas, time is volatile and the better days of the two minstrels seemed to be now behind them. They did music for a castle show called Tron which disappointed many and it felt like they were by now history. All the glamour and all the gold, the heavenly voices and the magic dulcimers, all was gone...