Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois “You are my instrument. You are my tuning fork.” The voice came to him, and he just shook it off when it did. It just made him want to rule the world. It was true though. His life was music. He was… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois Plink, plink, plonk. “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,… more »

And you know, it's not about quality. It's not about copying the riffs exactly. It's not about who is better or worse. A person gets to a certain level of playing maybe, they plateau with their own style and means of expression, and they are happy with that, and that's fine. more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois They both looked at Passion Bloom. “Do ya think she knows too much, boss?” Walter thought for a moment. “Oh, dear. Does this make me a super villain? I suppose it does. Yes, Anthony, she does… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois He burst into the warehouse. “Anthony, let’s get this over with. Where’s the box?” But the place was empty. His voice echoed in the dusty corners. Passion Bloom followed behind with… more »

by Moon Saturday arrived with rain as per usual at British festivals. Luckily there were plenty of stages inside marquees allowing people to shelter. Thankfully the skies cleared long enough for Saint Jude to shine on the Good Time Stage - not… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois He pulled a seat near the window for her. His studio was in a Manhattan office building and looked out over New York. The financial district. She sat straight and politely, hands folded in her lap. “Can I… more »