fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the lesser known truths in the music universe.
Born to be Country
As Craig walked the worn limestone river path, the stars gave just enough light, so he wouldn’t trip on the occasional rock or small boulder that popped up along the trail that perched on the river’s edge. His floppy eared basset hound Elvis, wet nose up, happily inhaled the fresh summer scents. This nightly routine was Craigs respite from long days of working as a life insurance agent, a job Craig had only intended to be temporary. Talking to people about their impending demise had turned into 15 miserable years where every day tasted like a Monday and every evening was saturated with the promise of another dreadful workday the next morning. As the sound of the rushing river current and the cool night breeze washed over him, he could feel the ever-present tension in his body drift away into the night. His minds usual flip flopping over the actuarial table’s death rate for the morbidly obese had stopped and he began to dream about his passion of moving to Nashville and becoming a country music artist. A dream he had put off for more than a decade because of his own life which had become its own tragic country song of sorts. Lost love, broken hearts and wasted moments. In fact, that was going to be the name of his first album which he knew would give him the adulation of the future fans which were just patiently waiting for his debut. Unfortunately, his divorce from 5 years ago had put him into a semi-permanent state of debt that kept him from relocating until he could pay off the remaining agreed to settlement. Just waiting for a miracle, Craig thought. Which could be the name of one of his many future hit singles. Along with Damn you Colleen, the name of his ex-wife. Craig pulled out his small black Moleskine notebook and pen from his back jeans pocket and made a few quick notes. Just waiting for a miracle & Damn you Colleen. *Future hits*.
By Keith Johns 5 years ago in Beat
The accessory
Something was loose in the shipping carton. I clearly heard it shift when I carried it to the kitchen table. Something was moving, something smaller than a guitar in its case. There was no obvious damage to the box, so I slit the packing tape and tipped the contents onto the table. The fabric covering showed lots of old wear and tear, but there were no visible holes or dents. I took a deep breath, popped the latches and raised the lid.
By Russ Fitzgerald5 years ago in Beat
Progress
It is well known that Valentine’s Day, an annual celebration of romance, causes some of us to quiver with pangs of grief once reminded of the idealized love we are missing. Less discussed, however, are the effects this romantic idealization can have on those who find themselves in an unstable, or uncomfortable relationship. The premium the holiday puts on passionate, honeymoon-esque dates and unconditional infatuation has the potential to confuse those of us who are in the midst of romantically turbulent periods.
By Christian Browder5 years ago in Beat
