Kayak and the Caterer
The warehouse smelled like old velvet and salt, which is what happens when a band stores forty years of stage costumes a hundred yards…
Music scene stories, from quick reads to long series. Most music scene stories here sit in anal and exhibitionist & voyeur. Reads run 14 to 23 minutes. Writers to know: Craft of Ember, Notebook of Ash and The Ochre Transit. Readers usually start with “Drum Room Touch” and “River Song, Late Takes”. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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The warehouse smelled like old velvet and salt, which is what happens when a band stores forty years of stage costumes a hundred yards…
Let me explain how a golf professional ends up in a recording studio above a bicycle shop on a Tuesday night.
I still don't know exactly why I said yes to this.
My name is Francine, I'm thirty-six years old, and I've been married to Simon for twelve years.
Ben woke up with a crick in his neck and a stone floor printing its pattern into his hip.
Rhonda Brownlow was forty-three years old and she was gripping the seat of a rattly little charter plane like it had personally insulted…
Three months ago I was still living near the coast, teaching swim lessons at the Y in Cannon Beach, smelling like chlorine six days a week.
The drive up took six hours and I did most of it with the radio off, which should tell you something about the state I was in.
You know how you get talked into a thing?
I sat on the worn leather couch in The Crypt with a plastic cup of whiskey that had gone warm in my hand.
I'm Agatha, I'm fifty-five, and I've been playing guitar longer than most of the bartenders in this town have been alive.
I'm Ida.
I stayed late that Tuesday.
*This one's for everyone who ever wondered what would've happened if you'd said yes to that late-night invitation.
I'm Bri Rios, forty-two years old, and I have been the tour manager for this band for six years.
The date was on a Thursday.
Hanna pulled the last rubber dam off the patient and stepped back from the chair.
I have been a loan officer for fourteen years, and if you told me at thirty that I would spend most of my forty-fourth year approving…
I'm twenty-eight, my name is Inez, and I had exactly one job that night, which was holding Malik's spare water bottle near the stage so he…
My office gave me a window, a plant that refuses to die, and a title with the word senior in it.
Craft of Ember, Notebook of Ash, The Ochre Transit, Cobalt Ticket
Music scene stories, from quick reads to long series.
Some stories are free to read in full, with no account. The rest open with a free preview; members read everything.
Most music scene stories take 14 to 23 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.