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To Be Someone (Didn’t We Have a Nice Time)
Posted on February 15, 2019 Leave a Comment
Kenny nodded and followed Sam on stage. Sid balanced his guitar against the far wall then spun to fetch his bass. Sam snatched Sid’s Fender bass guitar from its case at the rear of the stage. As she approached, not missing a beat, or a step, she tossed it at him from ten feet away. With a look of […]
Man in the Moon
Posted on January 12, 2019 Leave a Comment
Sam was relieved that she and Sid had screwed in the shower before the festivities. By her estimation, there was no way he could possibly be anything but spent and hammered, like she was. Maud was leaning against Kenny, who was leaning against the light pole. It was evident that everyone was drunk, stoned, weary, or D. All […]
Opening Sequence…
Posted on January 10, 2019 Leave a Comment
From their booth near the back of the room, Julia was staring blankly in the general direction of the stage. Musicians were scurrying about like ants, plugging in chords and fiddling with mic stands. In the periphery, hipster guys and pixie gals were pouring in from the street to squat at the choicest upfront tables. […]
Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money)
Posted on January 7, 2019 Leave a Comment
“So, it feels like we’re international rock stars, right?” Sam muttered as she bent over to rest her guitar in its case. Sid, high on applause, adulation, and Heineken, reached up her skirt and squeezed her left ass cheek with his capable right hand. “Sid!” Sam screeched and she went bolt upright. “Yes, how can I help you?” Sid asked with an innocent boyish expression on his face. Sam softly slapped his stubbly cheek, […]
You Can’t Go Home Again
Posted on December 4, 2018 Leave a Comment
Either Kenny or Maud had already brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Sam grabbed a mug off the lattice of wooden knobs protruding from the wall above the sink. She filled it to nearly overflowing with the essential onyx liquid. She snatched a stroopwafel from the package and headed for the sofa beckoning her to the other end of the room. She set her cup […]
Another One Bites the Dust
Posted on October 23, 2018 Leave a Comment
Kenny, for his part, was mostly a stand-and-play musician. There was little pretense, if any, in his performance. He was a rock ‘n’ roll disciple testifying from the black triangular dais as fervently as anyone Sam had ever seen. The gospel of bluesy rock & roll he preached into the microphone had entranced not only […]
I Strike the Lightening You Clap the Thunder
Posted on October 4, 2018 Leave a Comment
Sam was standing on a stage in the largest record shop in Amsterdam gazing out at a packed house. Hundreds of live music fans, some sitting, some standing, were gazing back in utter silence. She debated whether to regale them with her Samantha Fox intro, but she had no way of gauging how many of them were familiar with ‘80s pin-up […]
A Kind of Magic
Posted on September 19, 2018 Leave a Comment
“What’s the story with the piano benches?” Sam asked. “Ha! They are from the shows Tom Waits did at the Royal Theatre Carré in November of 2004. I am his biggest fan, and the proprietor of the theatre is a good friend. When I heard Tom was coming to Amsterdam, I asked if I could buy four identical piano benches and have them placed at […]
Altitude Adjustment
Posted on September 6, 2018 Leave a Comment
“Thank you, thank you,” Max repeated as he continued to shake her hand, “Now sit everyone, let’s have some food and drink!” he motioned to the open seats at the table. Max was clearly a native, but his accented English was pretty damn impeccable, Sam thought. Sam eyed the table with wary enthusiasm. The surroundings for their little lunch […]
Song 2
Posted on August 27, 2018 Leave a Comment
The cement floor was not really the color of any cement she’d ever seen. It looked like a vat of maple syrup had been dumped onto the concrete and allowed to harden to shellac. It gleamed under the soft glow of gigantic light fixtures that dangled from cords so skinny they look like they’d snap any […]
Blake Charles Donley 