Tales from the Pit #11
“I first notice the offender’s Jaws t-shirt, what with it being Shark Week on the Discovery Channel, and then his gait. As he zigzags onto the lawn, it occurs to me that, come the telltale popping sound, I could throw myself under this very table.” Part 4 of D.B. Miller’s Dispatches.
Tales from the Pit #7
“Inside the club, you were tempted again. One of the guitarists was setting up inches away, likely the last tour he’d be doing that himself. But you remembered the time Noel Gallagher told a heckler he had a message from Liam—that he ‘shouldn’t disturb his brother while he’s fucking working’—and kept quiet.” D.B. Miller’s latest dispatch in Tales From The Pit.
Tales from the Pit #6
“A disheveled guy unlocks the doors. While we thaw out inside, he checks our bags, takes a loose roll call and switches from German to English for the most important news: the responsible person will let us into the sound check ‘just as soon as she comes back from the toilet.'” What happened when definitely-not-intoxicated D.B. Miller met Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
Tales from the Pit #5
“For a second, she thinks about the description of dying her friend intercepted from the spirits: falling and fighting it with every muscle pinched in panic until the horizon tilts, hands float to the surface … and she lets go.” The latest instalment from D.B. Miller.