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 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 »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois Simon could count to four. He composed these solid rhythmic structures. He held them steady. He studied all the keys, all the modes, all the chords, the triads, flat fives, major sevenths… and he knew what… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois Max plugged his mic into his Yamaha JX 15 guitar amp. He shifted between harp and vocals with a cheap Behringer distortion pedal. It wasn’t great but it was all he could afford, and if he pulled back on the bass… more »

Musical Musings with Paul Bourgeois He couldn’t sleep. The rain pounded on the windows, a low irregular drumbeat. He began to hear his own breathing and the click-chink of the radiator. There was no pattern, but his mind couldn’t let them… more »