When Paul Castle's first album "Voices of Fortune" was released Mason North had anticipated the great success and sent Paul away to a cabin in Northern Finland for a few months to write more. Mason also needed Paul to disappear for a while so he could m… more »

He lifted his guitar and gently placed his fingers on the neck, like an embrace. Right hand touched the body, brushed the right buttons. Small fuzz, a little distortion. Stroke. A perfect chord. more »

"Doe, ray, me, faaaa, damn, damn, damn!" Nothing! He felt discordant, or worse, ordinary. He wanted to scream but he was trapped in a little apartment: walls, wife, children, neighbors on all sides of him. He needed to get away... more »

And now Simon stood in Max's former place at The Beer Garden and Max sat behind him trying to organize his haphazard collection of instruments on a little table beside him, getting ready to support and weave some fashion of melodies and harmonies behind Simon's music. And the infuriating thing was, he would. He would without even knowing what he did. more »

He sweated under the spotlights. The guitar shifted into the extro and he closed his eyes and screamed out all his rage into what he thought was an empty pub. His knees shook from the energy and he cupped the microphone and folded up onto the stage as final power chord hit. As good as a practice, he figured, even if no-one else was here. From the floor there was a drunken roar and applause. He squinted into the audience and stretched out his hand. more »

It sounds weird, doesn't it? But it is easier to tell the truth about stuff if you are making it up. Otherwise you have to contend with permission forms and people saying "I don't want my story told or my face used." more »