tyrant studios, vancouver
Tyrant Studios in Vancouver does not announce itself so much as reveal itself in layers. You walk in thinking you are going to play a room, and then Daniel, musican/ […]
fans of gould
“Have you listened to The Idea of North all the way through?” “I tried,” the second one said. “I kept waiting for the music to start.” “That is the music.” […]
hardwired to war
“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. […]
does war ever end
“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 […]
does war do good
“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 […]
memories of 30s
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 […]
beyond the veil
I wrapped the whole horror film up today, coffee cold, brain fried. There were hours in there I couldn’t tell if I was writing for myself, the director, or the […]
The Gambler
One of the clubs made a deal with me, they only charged a percentage of the door. Then, weeks later, they sent a contract stipulating I had to pay almost […]
shboom shboom life could be so good
He saw it in the spit valve water trembling under neon lightTuesday night gig, half-empty bar, bartender polishing the same glass like eternity had fingerprints He held a note so […]
bear baker
The bear arrived on a Tuesday, which is traditionally the least dramatic day for history to occur. Paul, the club owner thought it was a publicity stunt. Someone had called […]