Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois Paul was faint from hunger and he could hardly breathe, but he needed the money. His guitar was propped up beside his stool and microphone. Through the drinkers and smoke and noise he made his way to the stage.… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois On the fifth of September the voices came to him again. They told him to run away. If having money meant being tied to Mason then Paul would rather be free. All he needed was food and guitar strings, and Kirsti,… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois 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… more »

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 »

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 »