The sentence with "The feeling was panic woven into love and nestled into a dirty blanket of truth" is beautifully written. Little tidbits like this really help to bring the story to life.
Years ago I had a car stolen with all of my gear in it after a gig. 3 basses, amp, pedals, etc etc. The only thing that wasn’t replaceable to me was the very first bass I ever bought and played at my first gig. When I got the call that they found the car I asked if they recovered any of the gear and the person on the phone didn’t know. When I went to pick up the car, the entire car had been cleaned and vacuumed out (I was a bit of a slob in those days), and the only thing left in the car was that one bass. When the cop pulled it out of the car to show me, the bunk latch on the case popped open and the bass came tumbling out of the case onto the asphalt and bounced a couple of times. I still have that bass and the accompanying road rash that the cop inflicted on it. I’ll never sell that one.
I bought my brother his first guitar with my own money ( we're 8 years apart ). I was so proud. Then, when he got in his first band, the guy who started the band moved him over to bass and he basically never played guitar again.
The best one I have read so far. A few were really good BUT this one was EXCELLENT! This one was poetry man. I write A LOT of poetry. This narrative was pure poetry! Charles Bukowski would be jealous of this one! Raymond Carver would've been happy to have written this I think. It was GREAT! It really was GREAT!
Prey and pray. Sometimes you have to devour what you love, still, it rejuvenates. Really powerful and beautifully written.
I could feel his relief when he realized his guitar was not damaged.
The sentence with "The feeling was panic woven into love and nestled into a dirty blanket of truth" is beautifully written. Little tidbits like this really help to bring the story to life.
Had my car stolen from a hotel parking garage.
Total bummer as my horn was in the trunk. Had never left it in the car before just because to me it was worth more than the car.
Three weeks later police called saying they found it 50 miles away at another hotel.
When I got to the impound yard, before I paid, I popped the trunk and it was there!
To this day I can't tell you what I would have done had it not been there.
Love that!
Did you have a name for the horn? Nickname?
Nope. Never considered one
It's just 'mine'
Years ago I had a car stolen with all of my gear in it after a gig. 3 basses, amp, pedals, etc etc. The only thing that wasn’t replaceable to me was the very first bass I ever bought and played at my first gig. When I got the call that they found the car I asked if they recovered any of the gear and the person on the phone didn’t know. When I went to pick up the car, the entire car had been cleaned and vacuumed out (I was a bit of a slob in those days), and the only thing left in the car was that one bass. When the cop pulled it out of the car to show me, the bunk latch on the case popped open and the bass came tumbling out of the case onto the asphalt and bounced a couple of times. I still have that bass and the accompanying road rash that the cop inflicted on it. I’ll never sell that one.
I bought my brother his first guitar with my own money ( we're 8 years apart ). I was so proud. Then, when he got in his first band, the guy who started the band moved him over to bass and he basically never played guitar again.
The best one I have read so far. A few were really good BUT this one was EXCELLENT! This one was poetry man. I write A LOT of poetry. This narrative was pure poetry! Charles Bukowski would be jealous of this one! Raymond Carver would've been happy to have written this I think. It was GREAT! It really was GREAT!
Thanks. I try to change voices and styles to keep it interesting for everyone. Love that you loved it. Tell your friends