“Wanna go to Cleveland?” I could see his lips moving, and I could just barely hear him through my earplugs, but I thought, There’s no way that’s what he just said. “Did you just ask if I want to go to Cleveland?” Ziggy had the phone receiver up to one ear and said to the […]
Okay, because it’s Christmas, I wanted to do something special, and I realize this means dragging out the cliffhanger a bit, but that’s just how the dates fell. I wrote you guys a little Christmas story from Ziggy’s point of view, about his high school days in NYC. Thursday we’ll be back to our regularly […]
January 13, 2016 “I got here as soon as I could.” Pulling the scarf from my neck, shedding my coat as I hurried down the hall, heart pounding, panic welling suddenly through the pain I was already in, as the ghosts of old fears suddenly haunted me again. “He’s been in there for three days. […]
Okay, Bart here, and I hear you guys want a Christmas story, I have a doozy for you that involves the actual Messiah and getting your prayers answered. As Daron would say: insert angelic chorus here. (He learned that from me, by the way. Daron picked up most of his catch phrases and vocal tics […]
(Listen to this as a 30-minute audio file on Soundcloud or watch video on Youtube!) Dear Readers, Okay. It’s Christmas. I have a Christmas gift for all of you. I have a story to tell you that I didn’t tell you before because… I don’t know. I wasn’t ready to tell it, I guess. But […]
Part 2: Upstairs I found the door to my room still closed, Doug’s open. I knocked on the door frame. “Just picking up my bag,” I said. Henry, Doug’s roommate, looked up from where he was lying in bed reading The Economist. Four empty beer bottles stood on the desk next to his head and […]
(Since Daron and I are in Barcelona until next week, this seemed like a good time to give you the glimpse of Jonathan I’ve been working on. This takes place in 1986. -ctan) Part 1: I jerked awake. I had fallen asleep while studying at the library. Damn this place for having these comfy chairs […]
(And Remo finishes the tale…) The scorebook stood on the piano where I had left it. I gave Ray a beer and sat him in the foam chair. Martin had set up the mini-kit, just the snare and a high hat. I told him to play with brushes instead of sticks. “Wouldn’t want to wake […]
(And back to Remo again…) So I was sitting there at the piano, banging away on the song. Eventually I got too hungry to write anymore, and I realized what time it was. Time to find out I didn’t have anything decent in the fridge and didn’t have time to go out and get something […]
(And now a segment from Martin, Nomad’s drummer.) Wow, I’d totally forgotten that the night Daron showed up with a black eye was the night before we met Ray. But of course that makes sense because that explains why he was there and his Dad wasn’t. Okay, wait, maybe he didn’t have a black eye. […]