Gibbons Guitar Tone

Walk through town.Tall buildings casting shadowunder the winter sun. Traffic queues up.Someone’s got the window down,making a phone call,and you can hear them half way up the streettelling someonethey need to get creamfor those haemorrhoids. Few folk laughing. Walk past the pub.Looks like a good crowd in.The band is cranking outSharp Dressed Man. I’m eitherContinue reading “Gibbons Guitar Tone”

Me and the Rain

Open the window at 4am.Listen to the rainfalling on the window. The street.The parked cars.The garden chairI left out last night. Sit in the glowof the streetlight. Just listen. Hear a car race up the street.Too fast. Then it fades. And I’m left with the soundof the rain. The smell drifting inthrough the window. PickContinue reading “Me and the Rain”

Night Shift

Eddie drove down the main road, music playing loud. He was sure he was the only guy in Ayrshire playing 90s rock down the back roads. Definitely the only one still using  CDs. What was it they called his favourite bands now? Classic rock. Fuck off. Jean had been saying,“Why not just go the wholeContinue reading “Night Shift”