The band was loud. And bad. The band was always bad but played so loud the distortion covered up how bad they were. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to listen to the loud, bad band three nights a week. They played in the empty dining room off the bar right below my apartment. I had a free three bedroom apartment over the bar at the motel. I paid for my sp...
The room was heavy filled with the smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat and a miasma of heavy perfume and cologne. It was dark; you could see the city lights through the open windows. Blue lights shown on the band, with a soft yellow spotlight in the center that enveloped them all. Crowded, loud. The band was playing hot. Fast jazz swing and sultry, slow torch...
It was Guns'n'Roses, 1989. We had the best seats in the house but neither of us knew just how good they'd turn out to be. In fact, they weren't seats at all; we were in general admission in a standing area up against the barricade at the front of the stage. So close we could get splashed by the band's sweat. Being pressed up against the steel mesh meant the...
Walking across the parking lot to the bar I feel the cool breeze across my bare legs. Fall is my favorite season and the weather has finally cooled. It's dark, but the sky is clear so you can see all of the stars. I can hear the music inside and my excitement is building. I'm already so nervous I can feel my heart beating faster and faster. At the door I tak...
I quickly got dressed to go out for tonight. I had on a tight pair of jeans, a nice shirt, and I had on a face full of makeup. I looked good as always. I was ready to “let my hair down” and be wild and free tonight. I just had a feeling that tonight was going to be a great night. My roommate, Sally, pounded on the bathroom door for what seemed like the thou...
Chapter 01: Hayley Williams I have been a journalist for a few years now and I've recently started freelancing for the likes of NME, Kerrang! and the other UK music mags. The money's not great but most of the interviews take place at gigs and I normally get to stay and watch the bands play so, despite the shitty salary, it's not without its perks. I had a...
Chapter 2: The Open Road Recommended music for this story: "Nausea", by Beck "John Kerry is a slick, conniving son of a bitch." Or at least, that's what the message of the political ad on my TV seemed to be trying to get across. "JESUS H. CHRIST!" I shouted, throwing a fruit loop at the television. My roommate, Mike Sars, turned and looked at me. "What...
My boyfriend and I were 18 & seniors in high school and we could not wait to have sex. We started our usual walk toward the bus which involved a short-cut through a park. We bought sodas and sat at a picnic table to talk while we waited for the bus. We started kissing heavily. Soon we started rubbing, fondling, grabbing, and squeezing each other's yummy pl...
What does Meridian do at Night? While at dinner with Logan and Drake, Marcus could not get his mind off of her singing that song in his ear. Logan and Drake were saying something about enjoying taking over the London office. That damn song! He had to know the rest of it. Damn she was so hot. "Marcus we were ordering drinks. What did you want?" Logan said....
"Hey, let's go check that place out!" Tracy yelled in my ear as she pointed to a little bike friendly saloon. It was the only way I could hear her over the sound of my loud pipes and the wind as we cruised down Beach Road. We were on our second date and we both loved bikes. I took her out last week on my Road King and we had a little fun with each other unti...