May 5th, 2016
Her face and hands were weathered far beyond her years. It was humbling to imagine the things she had endured and that her time probably wasn't long. Still, there was a subtle optimism in her that peeked out when Tom and I paused to look at what she had for sale. It was all garbage, literally. We did our best to feign a genuine interest as she tried to sell us broken toys, parts of old board games, and pieces of things I could have never guessed the long ago use for. Be patient. Be kind.…
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my musings on a lifetime of music
The Worst Band Ever
May 2, 2016
The lead singer set his bright, neon pink folder on the music stand at the front of the stage. He started shuffling through papers with handwritten lyrics as the guitarists checked the tuning on their main axes, then on their back-up axes, then on their back-up to their back-up axes. Bandanas were adjusted and readjusted. Eyeliner was touched up for that bold androgynous effect.
This was our debut gig. Everything had to be perfect. I mean, we had to kick total ass tonight. Now was our… Read more
This was our debut gig. Everything had to be perfect. I mean, we had to kick total ass tonight. Now was our… Read more
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