He counts not sheep but measures,bars that won’t resolve.The night hums like a broken amphe cannot turn off. Each thought returns in minor keys,unsettled, incomplete.He fears the fix is something […]

“Soundcheck in ten,” the booking agent said, checking his phone. “Try not to start a war before doors.” “We were just asking if war is hard wired,” the bassist said. […]

“Count it in,” the drummer said, twirling a stick. “We’re not playing,” the bass player said. “We’re waiting.” “For what?” “For the singer. For the van. For history to calm […]

“Don’t start,” the bass player said, tuning quietly. “We haven’t soundchecked.” “I’m not starting,” the drummer said. “I’m asking. Does war ever do any good?” The saxophonist was assembling the […]

In my thirties in Clanbrassil, country silence felt like a held chord, fields sustaining themselves without resolution. I’d stand in that kitchen and think by older age this whole life […]

For years the musician booked his own tours, which in retrospect was either a noble experiment in independence or a slow-motion financial crime committed against himself. He did everything right. […]

When you start listening to dissonance it leads to querying how melodicism works or why sounds which are less sweet are unacceptable. Most pretend strangeness is best left alone. A […]

I have a friend my friend who plays some piano. He once invoked Art Tatum and I told him about this old man on YouTube that demonstrates Tatum’s lightning runs. […]

In a city where musicians practiced day and night to impress the festival judges, there was a drummer named Hank who played only one beat. Every morning, he sat outside […]

They were loud and fast. Except for Stash, the drummer, who once spent six weeks in a monastery and now said things like, “The snare is the breath.” One night […]