Join now to listen to this story You aren’t shy at all as you appear in my hallway, the door left purposely open for you, so as to avoid what I imagine to be the awkward moment of opening the front door to you. I’ve …
I’d been in Singapore for a couple of weeks when another chap was put into my bunk room. He was just 18, the same as me, slim, blonde, and bloody beautiful, with long hair he’d have looked like a girl. I sugested that we went into …
I am standing at a mixing desk…with the music pumping..bass line thumping…my fingers feeling the vibrations every time I touch the decks. I mix in a song which is one of my favourites, smiling at the sound of the first moments..beginning to nod my head to …
We meet at our favorite spot. The days are still long, but are now starting to get shorter. And the weather is still warm by day – even hot – but the evenings are getting cooler. We are both tired from our busy work …
The Catalina Variation (This event takes place over a period of 7 years or more, almost 30 years ago during my free living days. I have condensed the storyline taking my cue from events that were essential or as best as I can remember.) Jorge and …
Steve called me at three that afternoon. “John,” he said, “Lucy and I are going to a swing party tonight. Would you like to join us?” I’ve always loved the big bands, both the original sound like Duke Ellington and the 90s revival of swing. So …
