His interest in music brought me to the myth of Orpheus, the ancient Greek who played music so delightfully that even the gods, animals and stones were enraptured when he did. I took a cheap shot at the double entendre of "horny".
In the myth Orpheus' wife Eurydice was bitten by a poisonous snake while trying to escape the escapades of a satyr, and she died. Orpheus tried to get her back to the world of the living, and ended up making a deal with the god of the Underworld Hades, that he would play music in the Underworld half a year, and then be allowed to go back with his wife to the world of the living for the other half of the year. This, by the way, is one of the explanations the ancient Greeks gave for the seasons.
I depict Orpheus twice, first while taking a siggie, and then when entering the Underworld.
Holger was originally Bavarian, so I looted the chest of clichés about that part of Germany. He is playing his instrument. And they called Holger "the Baby-arm", what can I say....?
