Category: Smokin’ & Cryin’ (page 2 of 4)

“Fear flu” Econoline – Smokin’ & Cryin’

Author’s note

I’m serializing the first 10% of Smokin’ & Cryin’ here on my blog. It’s the story of a young American rock band set in the early 1970s. Please feel free to share this with your friends.

Overture is the first installment. This post is #9 in the series.

 

Chapter 4 -Econoline continued (part 2)

Deuce booked us at a bar in a paper mill town that stunk like ten thousand bean farts. The minuscule stage was crammed into a back corner. With the P.A. system wedged in, we were stepping all over each other. Perry’s bass headstock was under my nose, and I knocked over Waverly’s high hat at least three times. Fed up, he hauled it out to the equipment trailer during a set break—and caught me puking in the alley. Continue reading

“The Whale” Econoline – Smokin’ & Cryin’

Author’s note

I’m serializing the first 10% of Smokin’ & Cryin’ here on my blog. It’s the story of a young American rock band set in the early 1970s. Please feel free to share this with your friends.

Overture is the first installment. This post is #8 in the series.

 

Chapter 4 – Econoline (part 1)

The Ford Econoline was gray on the outside with a red vinyl inte­rior. As we rumbled along Dixie Highway, I imagined a whale had swallowed me and was carrying me into the unknown. Rain thrummed on the roof and the windshield wipers beat in 4:4 time. The AM dash radio played The Doors for two or three glorious minutes before reverting to an unsteady stream of static. Continue reading

Black Beauty – Smokin’ & Cryin’

Author’s note

I’m serializing the first 10% of Smokin’ & Cryin’ here on my blog. It’s the story of a young American rock band set in the early 1970s. Please feel free to share this with your friends.

Overture is the first installment. This post is #7 in the series.

 

Chapter 3 – Black Beauty

Getting my first electric guitar was a head trip. We drove Arthur’s decrepit Dodge truck to Flint to see this old luthier, Mr. Handy, about getting the Gibson J200 pieced together. Maybe it was a lost cause, but we’d both learned to play on that guitar. We owed it something. Continue reading

“Red Lion” – Sweet Pea – Smokin’ & Cryin’

Author’s note

I’m serializing the first 10% of Smokin’ & Cryin’ here on my blog. It’s the story of a young American rock band set in the early 1970s. Please feel free to share this with your friends.

Overture is the first installment. This post is #6 in the series.

 

Chapter 2 – Sweet Pea continued (part 3)

Arthur took me out for lunch at the Red Lion, a downtown diner famous for its Coney dogs. I’d been sleeping on Deuce’s floor ever since the fight with Dad. Bev had dropped off a paper grocery sack full of my clothes and a cardboard box with the broken pieces of the acoustic guitar. She’d stuffed the contents of my piggy bank into an envelope, stashing it between my jeans and T-shirts. She was too good for my dad. We all were. Continue reading

“Lead Singer” – Sweet Pea -Smokin’ & Cryin’

Author’s note

I’m serializing the first 10% of Smokin’ & Cryin’ here on my blog. It’s the story of a young American rock band set in the early 1970s. Please feel free to share this with your friends.

Overture is the first installment. This post is #5 in the series.

Chapter 2 – Sweet Pea continued (part 2)

Deuce hung out of his apartment window hooting and laughing at me. “Check it out, you guys. Robin got scalped!” he yelled over the thunder of rock music.

I flipped him the bird. That didn’t shut him up. Neither did dou­ble birds. There weren’t enough middle fingers in the world to shut Deuce up. Continue reading

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