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 »

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 »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois Walter Mint had fallen through a crack in reality. He had come from the Land of E#. In our Universe E# does not exist. String theory tells us that the space between E and F is so tiny it is impossible to jam an… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois I was thinking about someone. He’s a complainer. He says he has problems. Of course. Everybody has problems. He claims that society has taken away his ability to choose. He says society defines our places… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois Melvin Whist made his way backstage, Norman Ray tagging behind him like a dog. Whist had come up from Hell and stopped time itself just to give this musician some advice. They were dumbing down a bit more every… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois The platform rose to the stage and Norman Ray held the Flying V high over his head, the guitar covered with flame and details of eternal torment, Goya and Hieronymus Bosch. He screamed. The audience screamed.… more »